Special K
I am a very little man
I like a bruising, love a fight
Establishments – what I would ban
I’d rather like to be a knight
Douglas, he is not my type
So take that on the chin, I’ll say
Each noble Lord’s a guttersnipe
I’d rather like to be a K
The upper echelon don’t like
The way I’ve trashed their closed-door club
They’d put my head upon a spike
But first I’d like a private dub
Suzanne is useless, so is Banks
The Party’s full of bores and bawds
Be their Leader? No, no thanks
My shoulder’s forward for the sword
They close their ranks, and close their lips:
Masons all, who grease their path
To fortune, like to squeeze my pips
Maybe Garter, maybe Bath
We’re out of Europe, thanks to us
How the top cats mewl and purr!
I do not want a lot of fuss
It’s just that you could call me Sir
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