Dear Mr Murdoch, what have you done? With your news of the screws and your soaraway Sun You sharpen our hatred You've blunted our minds We're drowning in nipples and bingo and sex crimes
How many times must they poke and they pry Must they twist and lie Just to add to the grime they even screwed up the times Love to kick their ass goodbye, oh wouldn't I?
Dear Mr Murdoch you play hard to see But with your bare arsed cheek you should be on page three And dear Mr Murdoch you're really the pits Bad news is good business, you're the king of the tits
They stain all they touch, they're real woman haters But we're on their trail They go straight for the lowest common denominators How could they fail - go straight to jail (no bail)
Dear Mr Murdoch you're a powerful man You control half our media whose values don't scan life blood is skin Dear Mr Murdoch we're not so amused Just line up the people whose lives they've abused
Dear Mr Murdoch what do you know? With your minions like vultures and carrion crow They've sunk just as low as humans can sink For money profit they tell us how mass murderers think
And dear Mr Murdoch you come down from on high You even bought up the air waves, you control all our sky
Dear Mr Murdoch you're a dangerous chap With your jingoist lingo we're drowning in crap
Dear Mr Murdoch where are you coming from Getting so hard to tell if you're a yank, oz or pom
And dear Mr Murdoch, um, you're really the pits Bad news is good business, you're the king of the tits
Dear Mr Murdoch, um, you do it with zing At lowering the standards you're really the king
And dear Mr Murdoch what have you done You're not quite as nice as Atilla The Hun
Murdoch, Murdoch, Murdoch, Murdoch
Compositor: Roger TaylorPublicado em 2013ECAD verificado fonograma #36192096 em 04/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM