I thought I’d closed the Tavern doors for good but, as with ‘Expenses - The Musical’, sometimes the Muse strikes and resistance is futile.
(With apologies to fans of the original…)
“It’s New Year’s Eve, babe,
In a Manhattan flat
Lord Alli’s lent me, so why not come along?
He says it isn’t wrong;
‘Just put the figures through
Two-fifty a night we’ll say, Ange, just for you.’
Aren’t we the lucky ones?
We’ll never lack for funds
As long as Lord Alli is here for me and you,
So here’s to freebies
New York holidays,
The best designers; he’ll make our dreams come true.
We’ve fine jackets and scarves
When the weather gets cold;
Who cares about WFA for the old?
We can sit in the front row
Among VIPs,
And then claim it’s self-sacrifice rather than sleaze.”
“It’s our cultural duty!”
“Go see Taylor’s booty,
Take the kids to the footie - the donors will pay.
Give Downing Street passes
In exchange for free glasses
Then cover our arses and go on our way.”
But suddenly the voters know
And say it’s not fair play;
Will they rat each other out to get away?
“You're a leech!” “You're a skunk!”
“Were you clueless or drunk
That you never once said ‘All this might be misread’?”
“You scumbag! “You maggot!
If you want it you’ll blag it,
Kiss a millionaire’s arse to come up with the brass.”
Or, though people hate hypocrisy
And wish they’d go away,
Will they keep on selling out day after day?
