To the tune of 'Golden Brown' by The Stranglers
Gordon Brown, texture like scum
Polls falling, no help from Darling
We see through your lies,
Those cheap blue ties
Always a frown, with Gordon Brown
Gordon Brown, behind the Lib Dems
End it now, throw yourself in the Thames
No need to cry,
Take out your glass eye
Always a frown, with Gordon Brown
Every night, he wishes he was Blair
His support is thinning like his hair
When Labour lost Crewe
To Cameron’s Blue
There grew a frown, on Gordon Brown
