Her Moles Go Marching On

Jo Moore's mantra lies a-spinning in its grave

Jo Moore's mantra lies a-spinning in its grave

Jo Moore's mantra lies a-spinning in its grave

But her moles go marching on

Tory Tory halleluia

Her moles go marching on

She went with Martin Sixsmith on the orders of the Lord

Now they won't play tricks with civil servants when they're bored

Byers isn't in a fix - they've fallen on his sword

But her moles go marching on

Tory Tory halleluia . . .

The powers above in Downing Street have had enough of Jo

No more, no more, no Moore, they said, it's time for her to go

They threw her from the garbage-gate as sleaze began to flow

But her moles go marching on

Tory Tory halleluia . . .