Thu 26 Apr 2012
Rupert at the Leveson Follies
Posted by anaglyph under Hokum, In The News, Skeptical Thinking, True Fiction
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Everybody singin’
I’ve got no strings
So I have fun
I’m not tied up to anyone
They’ve got strings
But you can see
There are no strings on me
Ooo I love a good sing-along.
We’ll meet again
Don’t know where, don’t know when.
But I know we’ll meet again,
Cause I tapped your phone.
dem bones dem bones dem dry bones!
The rupert bone connected to the government bone,
The government bone connected to the police bone,
The police bone connected to the james bone,
The james bone connected to the media bone,
The media bone connected to the rebekah bone,
The rebekah bone connected to the reporter bone,
The reporter bone connected to the telephone,
Oh, hear the word of the Lord!
Perhaps he has just gone senile and actually believes he is innocent…
Yeah, and pigs might fly.
Even if they don’t, I’m sure The Sun will be one of the first to break the story.
Come gather ’round people
Where ever you roam
And admit that they’re listening
when you talk on the phone
and accept it that soon
Rupe the pollies will own
(If he doesn’t already I’m saying)
We better start the revolution
Or the fault’ll be our own
Coz the Times just aren’t a chang-ing!
This is the story all about how
His life got flipped, turned upside down.
Now I’d like to take a minute
Just sit right there.
I’ll tell you how he bribed the prince
And perhaps Tony Blair.