The Ballad of Elliot Morley - revisited

With apologies to the Beatles

Elliot Morley
Pays off his mortgage and pockets a cool sixteen grand
All cash in hand;
‘Sloppy accounting’,
All a mistake and there’s nobody else he can blame,
Oh, what a shame!

All the crooked people,
Where do they all come from?
All the crooked people,
Where do they all belong?

Abuse of the system
Siphoning money into his investments for years
Ended in tears;
In mitigation,
Downing Street battles and strife with an enemy there,
A good friend of Blair.

All the crooked people
Where do they all come from?
All the crooked people
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the crooked people,
Ah, look at all the crooked people.

Elliot Morley,
said Justice Saunders, had quite thrown away his good name,
Covered in shame.
Sixteen month sentence,
Convicted for making deliberately excessive claims;
The end of his games.

All the crooked people,
Where do they all come from?
All the crooked people,
Where do they all belong?