The province of the parvenu
A mecca for the mountebank
The newly minted badly made
It's quite declasse - nay taboo
For any parliamentary man
To come up with the kind of plan
Where party politics might yoke
Its wagon to such tawdry folk
Yet when election time rolls round
The music moguls find on laps
All kinds of invites have arrived
In recognition of their sound
More ringing tills than songs perhaps
These overtures which smack a bit
Of public school boys slumming it
May culminate in nothing more
Than modifying some contract law
Let's eavesdrop on the whole charade:
"Ah, Mr Slag. How do you do?"
"You're fond of Jungle then, PM?"
I heard you liked your bass-sound hard."
"So Tony's into ambient too?"
Can you secure the Internet?"
Think of the PRS we'll get."
"Relax, my son, you can't go wrong
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