Mr Boris Johnson

parodies short shelf-life

To the tune of Shotgun by George Ezra.

Liner notesIt's fair to say that I've never exactly seen eye-to-eye with our former glorious leader. I was deeply unimpressed when he took off for the Highlands at a time when the country could have done with, you know, a bit of leadership? The sort of thing he was elected to do?

Exam regulator, hot potato
Gotta hit the road, before it all implodes
Gonna treat the mess like a Brexiteer, ignore it all and disappear
You should get used to this

We can't fly high 'cause of COVID-19
But we still need a small change of scene
There's a highland croft in Wester Ross
If you need me, you know where I'll be:

Mr Boris Johnson, hiding out in Scotland, slacking off my job some
Mr Boris Johnson, hiding out in Scotland, pretending there's no problem

Part-time commentator, legislator
Gotta hit the road, gotta hit the road
Find myself a tranquil loch with baby Wilf and Dilyn dog
I could get used to this

We can't fly high 'cause of COVID-19
But we still need a small change of scene
There's a highland croft outside Applecross
If you need me, you know where I'll be

Mr Boris Johnson, hiding out in Scotland, slacking off my job some
Mr Boris Johnson, hiding out in Scotland, pretending there's no problem

I've gone from dreaming up bridges and hiding in fridges
To putting up tents and getting eaten by midges

Mr Boris Johnson, hiding out in Scotland, slacking off my job some
Mr Boris Johnson, hiding out in Scotland, pretending there's no problem