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The
Robert Mugabe Song 20th April 2003
I'm a psychopath, my name is
Bob Mugabe, I'm the number one banana in Zimbabwe. I haven't got a clue, so I
blame everything on you, and the whiteys from London to Harare. Bob's your uncle, Bob's your
auntie, Bob's your mam and Bob's your dad, Bob's the long-lost relative you
never knew you had. He's mean he's rude he's ugly and he's been there too long
now, he stole the last election and he's married to a cow. PW's black brother
he's the man that time forgot, if ever he does any wrong it's all just a racist
plot. The father of the nation who abuses all his kids, he took a wealthy
country and he put it on the skids. Down near the tip of Africa
there's terror in the air, a tinpot tyrant rules the roost, his country worse
for wear. Bob Gabriel Mugabe got a lot to answer for 'cos he the presidential
crook who can defy the law. Nobody goes to work today, cos unemployment's rife.
Moyo lies, the press complies, Bob's president-for-life. Of course he won't
capitulate, of course he won't resign, there's plenty diamonds in the Congo he
still plans to mine Bob's your uncle, Bob's your
auntie, Bob's your mam and Bob's your dad [ALL?] Bob chased away the farmers but
he's really not that bad. Who cares about economy or the famine or the war, Bob
say any time we like we come back we take more! Democracy Zimbabwe-style - oh
what a wondrous thing, Gaddafi pays our petrol bills, Mbeki lets us sing. Bob
cook the books, Bob steal the show, Bob make sure that he wins, some say that
Bob the punishment for ALL Africa's sins Homophobia, megalomania,
ignorance and cheek, hypocrisy, dishonesty, dictator of the week What human
rights? What dignity? The dignity is mine! Play the game, do things my way, I'm
sure we'll get on fine. [bullet FX] So what's this "quiet diplomacy"?
How long must people weep? It can't be right to let Bob run Zimbabwe in his
sleep 'Cos, he's run it into ruin and he's run it into debt, if only Bob Mugabe
HADN"T run for president The lands would all be planted there'd be food upon the shelf, the UN AID that DOES arrive he keeps all to himself. We wouldn't have to queue for fuel, we'd all be pretty safe from ZANU thugs with bloodshot eyes from smoking too much skyf. What brought him to our country someone throw the bastard out, perhaps a gay, white farmer could come give the clot a clout. And when his days are over and they've locked him in the cell, we'll bring out our next single - [MUGABE'S GO TO HELL!!] REPEAT to end line 4. Repeat
line 4 again [Applause] - "So what's skyf, hey?" Laughter "Make
it before the cops take it" |
