… this charming ditty called “Boris Johnson Is A Fucking Cunt” by The Kunts.
Now obviously I abhor the very thought that childish filth like this could ever get to number one at Christmastime, because some crap about sausage rolls is obviously the superior song.
But in case you wished to nudge it along? The link is here.
http://borisjohnson.info/?fbclid=IwAR1YmHiNwVCBTlfl7L6Wrd4Uksf6C2XmDi7dMBZMBbpOj6Qn49o5__kHdI0
Do I prefer it to “Day Tripper” / “We Can Work It Out?” … I do not.
Do I agree with its accuracy? … Hmm.
Surely, Boris Johnson born 1964 is about a hundred f****** c***s.
I am unsurprised that his piece-of-piss of a father didn’t sort this boy out.
I am gob-smacked that the useless teachers at Eton (what a sh**hole – see also Oxford) didn’t sort this boy out.
I am even more gob-smacked that his fellow classmates/students didn’t sort this boy out.
Is anybody going to sort this boy out?
*looks longingly at The Grassy Knoll*
I dunno – call me old fashioned but when Keir Starmer took on the role of Leader of the Opposition I thought he’d be a bit more articulate than this.
I thought he had the Latin.
Peurile. Childish. Offensive. God I hope it sells by the bucketload.