Hi everybody,
I've recently started listening to the work of Tom Lehrer and, what with all the UN stuff going on lately, I felt inspired to try my hand at satire for the first time [poetry's usually my thing.]
Apologies in advance if the reference is obscure; I appreciate that not everyone here will be au fait with the Sex Pistols' catalogue, but for those that are...enjoy (I hope )
D.P.I. (Tune: 'EMI')
So they joined the DPI
But they never told us why
They've burnt their fingers on the flame
And now they're trying to shift the blame
(to) the DPI (x3)
They thought that they could ride it out
But too many ex-dubs soon found out
- An unlimited amount,
And now they're going to make it count
(with) the DPI (x3)
Paul Gillies crucified
In the Guardian, when he lied
No sign of con-tri-tion
Should've expected none
(Never! Ever! Ever!)
The rank and file still think we're faking
"It's just apostates, troublemaking"
They dare not believe it's for real -
Borg life would soon lose it's appeal.
But seems that they went undercover
To be the "wild beast's" secret lover
Still, blind acceptance is the sign
From dubs who toe the party line
(on) the DPI (x3)
Unlimited deception
With no satisfactory reply
Just one of many reasons
Why it was right to say goodbye
Now they've left the DPI (DPI)
They still haven't told us why (DPI)
They've burnt their fingers on the flame (DPI)
And now they're trying to shift the blame (DPI)
So good to see them under pressure (DPI)
Those two-faced, geriatric fools (DPI)
And now they've left the DPI (DPI)
Hello, DPI - goooooodbyyyeeeeee, NGO.....*fart*
"Ever get the feeling you've been cheated?"
- John Lydon (Johnny Rotten), Winterland Ballroom, San Francisco, CA, 01/14/78 (last live performance)