More a satire than flat out comedy, to the tune of "Delilah" by Tom Jones.
I saw your van every night as it passed by my window
I saw the words telling me to pick up the phone
You want me out of your country
But all I want is for you to just leave me alone
My, my, my Theresa.
Why, why, why Theresa?
Can't you see, dear Home Secretary
I've applied for asylum so why can't you just let me be?
I get why you want rid of Hamza and Abu Qatada
You don't want them here preaching their sermons of hate
I came to escape persecution
So why do you treat me like an enemy of the state?
My, my, my Theresa.
Why, why, why Theresa?
Hear my song, no wonder feelings are strong
No matter the motive you couldn't have got it more wrong
I see your men every morning at Kensal Rise station
Demanding the papers of anyone Asian or black
You claim to be guarding your borders
UKIP must have you worried so you're going on the attack
My, my, my Theresa.
Why, why, why Theresa?
You're too far right, it's time to put up a fight
Forgive me Theresa, but you're clearly not very bright
Forgive me Theresa, but you're clearly not very bright.