The Daily Mail

The Moonies are up on a mountain

The lunatics have taken over the asylum

Waiting on a rapture

Singing, "We're here to keep your prices down

Feed ya to the hounds

To the Daily Mail," together, together

You made a pig's ear, you made a mistake

Paid off security and got through the gate

You got away with it, but we lie in wait, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Hey-hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Where's the truth? What's the use

In hanging round? Lost and found with your head in the sand

Fat chance, no plan

No regard for human life

Keep trying, you've no right

Fast and loose, win or lose

Jumped the queue, go back again

President, for life

Lord of all that flies in the sky

The beasts of earth,

The fish in the sea

You've lost command, huh, huh

Huh, huh, huh-uh, huh

Huh, huh, huh-uh, huh

Huh, huh, huh-uh, huh