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Hallelujah with an H, Alleluia with an A
Johnson’s said he’s going to go
At least that’s what we thought
we hear him say
Defiant at the lectern, obviously very cross
No humility on show, his departure being our saddest loss
“I believe I have a mandate; I believe that still is true
I believe a herd mentality has done its worst to me and you
I believe ‘I am’ a landslide, I believe ‘I am’ True Blue
I believe I should be making appointments and telling people what to do”
A dark storm cloud is brewing as returning ministers sip their tea
Johnson’s prowling his castles ramparts seeking Villains of Honesty
Many minds are pondering about that blessed job
Wondering: “Gracious, why not me!” to grasp the brassy knob
Lo! He’s still prime minister
Surrounded at that desk
By The Righteous Judges who propped him up
Along with all the rest
All the sharks are circling, eyeing up their prey
Eager to enter hallowed door while Big Dog exits alley way
While Egos fill their glasses
And drink Vain Gloria
Boris bounces ‘round ideas
To build his Valhalla
Parliament recess pending, final closure swinging low
Chequers’ doors slamming shut wondering if he’ll ever go
Come the reckoning morning, come the reckoning day
Ev’n the Almighty will have work cut out persuading Johnson that he cannot stay
Halleluiah with an H, Alleluia with an A
Johnson’s said he’s going to go
At least that’s what we thought
we heard him say
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