So Odd Is She

(With my sincere apologies to David Bowie and Major Tom)

No control, it’s all gone wrong
No control, it’s all gone wrong
Take my deal and make my stable strong

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No control, it’s all gone wrong
Commencing rundown, time ticks on
Check position and may passports all be blue

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Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five,

Four, Three, Two, One, Push off

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There is No Control, it’s all gone wrong
I’ve really been betrayed
And the papers want to know whose dirt I’ll share 
Now it’s time to flick my reboot if I dare  

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This has all gone wrong, this Nation’s Poll
I’m melting in my core
And I’m speaking in a most peculiar way
And my memoirs look so different today

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For here
Am I kicking my own tin can
Far down the road
Brexit plan’s not true
But there’s nothing I can do.

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Though I’ve lost some major commons trials
I’m feeling very smug
And I think my shelf life has some time to go
Tell my spouse I love him very much – he knows

 

Ground Control to Mrs. May
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Mrs. May?
Can you hear me, Mrs. May?
Can you hear me, Mrs. May?
Can you…

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Here am I kicking my own tin can 
Far down the road
Brexit plan’s not true
But there’s nothing I can do

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©Keith Murphy