How Silly

HOW SILLY The politician look

Wearing his public smile

Trying to hide his incapacity

When it's sticking out a mile

With his papier mache wife

And his papier trashy life

If he sees himself as the man for the job

His mirror's telling lies

HOW SILLY the priest of parson looks

Striking a holy pose

Trying to hide their nakedness

With mediaval clothes

They're holding a golden key

But what it looks like to me

If they're holding all the real estate

That's your neighborhood poverty

These are just few of the things

I've been noticing

Dear Politician, Priest & Parson

If you really feel like helping :

Open up your heart â€" That's the helpin' part

Open up your heart â€" That's at least a start

HOW SILLY the Queen of Englang looks

Slipping her royalty

The essence of noncommitalness

In the grand democracy

It's the Hanoverian Strain

Erin's isle is not the same

For the poet's rhyme, she give us wine

We hope for better things from Charles

These are just of the things

I've been noticing

Your Royal Majesty, Dear Madame

If you really feel like helping:

Open up your heart â€" That's the helpin' part

Let your Christmass message start : «Â Open up your hearts... »

HOW SILLY The politician looks

Wearing his public smile

HOW SILLY the Priest or Parson looks

Stricking a holy pose

HOW SILLY the Queen of England looks

HOW SILLY, HOW SILLY, HOW SILLY !