The minister's lover's husband
Came home and
Caught them in the act
He was not amused
At their savage lack of tact
But his wife
Took him back
With all his charms
The premier
And his cabinet
Welcomed him back
With open arms
From the loneliest bedroom
To the highest office
In the land
There's a reputation
It's all held
In your powerful hand
You can't wash it away
How can you help to explain
You can't wash it away
All it took
Was a phone call to the east
Spread around some cash
Press the flesh and
Everybody gets financial redress
It's funny how it works
One minute you're precious
The next one you're
Dirt
From the lowliest bathroom
To the highest office
In the land
There's a reputation
It's all held
In your powerful hand
It's something that sticks
So relax your lips
We're appalled
At your unmitigated gall
Not amused
At your privilege
At who you've used
And abused
I can't wait
To vote again
I'm in a stall
You're in a tailspin
I can't wait
To vote again
I'm in a stall
You're in a tailspin now