Mr. Robinson and his quango
Dirty dealer, expensive car
Runs the buses and the evening star
He got a hair piece and he got herpes
His private life is very discreet
A nicer man you'll never going to meet
Chorus:
A self professed saviour of the dim right wing
He's got respitory problems and a masons ring
Oh, Mr Robinson and his quango
Drinks with generals and county wives
The family business is doing alright
They're doing tangos down in the quangos
Makes them tick, oh, he makes them tock
And if you don't fit, he put you in the dock
Chorus:
Just sits in his leather chair
and twiddles his thumb
Gets his secretary in and pinches her bum
He ran into the toliet in the town hall
Got a biro out and wrote on the wall
I'm wearing black french knickers
on under my suit
I've got stockings and suspenders on
I'm feeling rather loose
Oh I'm a naughty boy
Oh I'm a naughty, naughty boy