Adele

parodies recent work

To the tune of Make You Feel My Love by Bob Dylan.

Liner notesWhen I tried to explain the last week in British politics to a friend in Berlin, the LOOK on his face. Four parts bafflement to three parts pity. The leader of one of the most (inexplicably) popular parties in the UK is locked in a by-election fight with a comedian with a bin on his head, whose flagship policies include -- along with forcing dangerous cyclists to switch to unicycles and conscripting anyone using speakerphone in public -- nationalising Adele.

When you're in a by-election race
When you've got a dustbin for a face
And you're making a compelling case
For state control of Adele

When you've travelled 'cross the galaxy
To have a chance to be a new MP
You need to talk about your policy
Of state control of Adele

Forget the water-bosses in the streams
Forget the dryer in the gents
Forget the price cap on ice creams
Investing in Adele makes perfect sense

You could put the planet to the sword
Or build a house somebody can afford
My democratic faith's restored
By state control of Adele

We're lit up like a Christmas tree
For an intervention we support
In the whole of British industry
She's the only thing that we export

Reform are losing it on several fronts
The public's had enough of stunts
There's one thing everybody wants:
State control of Adele

When you're all the way from outer space
When your opponent is in high disgrace
There'll be no pavements that you need to chase
With state control of Adele