Oh Please

Nelson's home had a long long day
The grass is cut his wife's away
He couldn't hide the panicked look
The big surprise the big red book
A gang sneaked past the palace guard
They gone and decked Mandela's yard

The whole world knows there's money owed
They've all made sure the pope's been told
The old man nodded, head in hands
Protect me Lord from Dublin bands
I know in Rome the sun will shine
With ray bans on a head like mine

And Castro's had to press the flesh
Pretend he speaks a little Welsh
Cause no one ever comes to tour
A land where GDP's so pour
But what a waste of precious cash
Cause Fidel thought he'd booked The Clash

Oh please
It's not a cured disease
Just more CDs music for landfill
And please
No more of these superb ideas
That make me wanna slap you
And please
It's not a cured disease
Just more CDs music for landfill
And please
No more of these superb ideas
That make me wanna slap you