Ill Repute

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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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