Political Shenanigans Blues

Woke up this mornin',
Found my Member of Parliament was an honest man.
Almost went back to bed, cryin'.
My hope for indignation lost in the sea of liars.
I guessed there had to be one out there.
Out there, there had to be one.
And he's mine, and I'm gonna have to complain 'bout somethin' else.

Watched the news this evenin',
Read the paper, saw the stunts these jokers pull,
I must be in the wrong job,
Sittin' cursin' the ones I do nowt about.
I guess we could march on down there,
And set these suckers straight.
But mine's an honest man, and the rest are somethin' else.
The rest are just somethin' else.

Don't wanna wake up this mornin',
These shenanigans are a headline maker's dream.
Tabloid bombardment is just wizardry to me.
Are these journalists so honest,
In their work, their rest, their play?
Diggin' up the dirt on The Man,
Seems an easy ride fat cheque.

Gonna get myself to college.
Gonna be a journo too.
Gonna find myself a sweet job,
Diggin' the dirt up on you.