My Own little List
For if I ever get to be Lord High Executioner
With yet more apologies to Messrs Gilbert and Sullivan
As someday it may happen revolution comes around
I’ve got a little list — I’ve got a little list
Of objectionable folk who might as well be underground
And who never would be missed — who never would be missed!
There’s the pestilential nuisances on social media sites —
Cyclists who undertake you when you’re stuck at traffic lights —
The scrounging tramps who tell you that they’re “living off the grid” —
The people who raid biscuit tins and don’t replace the lid —
The twits who go out shopping, but who never make a list —
They’d none of ’em be missed — they’d none of ’em be missed!
[Chorus]
He’s got ’em on the list — he’s got ’em on the list;
And they’ll none of ’em be missed — they’ll none of ’em be missed
There’s the tone-deaf precinct busker, and the others of his race
And the would-be gangsta rapper — I’ve got him on the list!
And the people who eat curry and exhale it in your face
They never would be missed — they never…
