Paroles de Mr. Robinsons' Quango

Oh, Mr. Robinson and his quango Dirty dealer, expensive car Runs the buses and the Evening Star He got a hairpiece, oh, he got herpes His private life is very discreet A nicer man, no, you're never gonna meet Yeah, he's the self-confessed saviour of the dim right wing He got respiratory problems and a Mason's 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 Just sits in his leather chair and twiddles his thumb Gets his secretary in and pinches her bum He ran into the toilets in the town hall He got his biro out and he wrote on the wall I'm wearing black French knickers under my suit I've got stockings and suspenders on, I'm feeling rather loose Ooh, I'm the naughty boy Ooh, I'm the naughty, naughty boy Said who? He's the self-confessed saviour of the dim right wing He got respiratory problems and a Mason's ring Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy) Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy) Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy) Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy) Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy) Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy) Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy) Ooh, I'm the naughty, naughty boy (naughty boy)