Not Be an MP Today - Marsh Family adaptation of Botany Bay folk song for former PM Boris Johnson

Here’s a tongue-in-cheek parody version of the convict folk classic, “Bound for Botany Bay” (which rose to prominence in the 1880s), adapted to celebrate the cowardly departure from Parliament of disgraced former PM Boris Johnson, who resigned yesterday to avoid having to publicly face the censure of the Privileges Committee or fight a by-election in his constituency of Uxbridge and Ruislip. Details of the news story here: _________________________ If you like what we do for a laugh, then you can show your appreciation by following us on Spotify here: And pre-ordering our NEW SINGLE out next Friday for Refugee Week called “See Your Face Again” here: _________________________ Thanks as ever to the people who support our musical antics through Patreon (where you can see extras like out-takes and podcasts): Do join us there, or just leave a tip at our tip jar at: _________________________ LYRICS: Farewell to old Johnson forever Farewell to his bunkum as well Farewell to his well-known defaming As he cuts and he runs and he sells Singing you will lie, you will lie readily Singing you will lie, every which way Singing you will lie, you will lie grubbily But you’ll not be an MP today There’s the taxes we paid for your slander, There’s the Trumpian tantrum you threw There’s the worst honours list ever conjured After what you put all of us through T’aint leaving old Uxbridge we cares about, T’aint cos he concealed what he knew But because he’s maligning our Parliament Cincinnatus? More like Scooby Doo. Singing you will lie, you will lie readily Singing you will lie, every which way Singing you will lie, you will lie grubbily But you’ll not be an MP today His oven-done Brexit’s on fire His comeback by Sunak destroyed Boris Johnson is not the Messiah He’s a naughty rich Eton Old Boy Oh, fat bingo wings that like Icarus Have soared for so long and so high Like the promises written upon a bus Eventually can’t really fly Now look out you Tory conspirators Take warning from what we’ve to say Your Bojo’s no more than a busted flush So just flush the busted away Singing you will lie, you will lie readily Singing you will lie, every which way Singing you will lie, you will lie grubbily But you’ll not be an MP today