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Prime Minister
You were not a talker
You waited for your time
You were not like other children
You knew just how to climb
Some pursued and followed
While you stood back and thought
How to wear the leaders out
Without ever getting caught
How did you choose your occupation?
What made you understand
Your present occupation
Would hold us in your hand?
You fixed your eyes to the mark
The top would be your goal
Did you have to sell your favours
To gain control?
Now you're hated by the truckies
Hated by the clerks
Hated by politicians
Who would stab you in the dark.
You’re hated by the unionists
Can it ever stop?
You’re hated by your countrymen
But you’ve made it to the top
1979
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