Peter Hain, Peter Hain, You had a hundred grand to gain Peter Hain you've got no brain Are you waiting for Gordon to give you the cane?
Life is hard, I share your pain When your problems begin to rain Politics will make you go insane Go jump in the motorway middle lane
Gordon Brown said you had his backing, But all he gave you was a sacking, Your reasons were so lacking, So Mr Grumpy sent you packing Your case was referred to the Met Because they think you're a lying get Who's next for your job, this was my hint, Education MILF, it's Caroline Flint! The chosen one was James Purnell, The Culture Secretary from Hell, Controversy he'll need to cull, He faked a photo for Tameside Hospital At least you kept it in your pants, You didn't do the horizontal dance, Didn't stick your dick into a woman And then Peter Hain: you came. Political career gone down the pan Just "Forgetting" tarnishes your name You're not a man, you're a perma-tan, Carly Simon says "You're So Vain"
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