A scurrilous report by the BBC
Promoted by Andrew Gilligan
Erroneously suggested that we
Had sexed up a dossier with a big un
We’re honest and truthful, courageous too
What the hell were we supposed to do
We briefed the press and spun the lies
Traced the man painting us as bad guys
Told the world he was a nobody
An egocentric man, an oddity
A low rated official, a nonentity
With a proclivity for hot toddies
Unable to differentiate black porkies.
Then the guy who’d eaten all our pies
Goes for a suicidal walk and dies
With Blair on a plane to the Bahamas
The MoD wasn’t going to be caught in pyjamas
Announced that Lord Hutton would sit
And get the Government out of sh**
No inquest was called we weren’t going to be hauled
Over the coals fed to the lions and mauled
The fact he hadn’t lost enough blood
The quarter co-proxamol couldn’t land us in mud
Was studiously ignored and we implored
We’d had a thorough enquiry and matters should rest
Good old MI5 gave of their very best
No dirty dealings by security services gone west
Totally exonerated so why don’t they believe us
A busload of fuss and we’re thought of as suss:
Hail to us the thieves of oil
And woe to those who wanna spoil
Let this be a lesson to y’all
Cry, stomp, kick your heels and bawl
Blow the whistle on us or accuse
And you’re six feet under
Then you’re old old news
Murdering’s not something we blunder
This ain’t an offer you can refuse
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