[Lyric] The Ballad of Dominic Cummings (Mitch Benn)

Well Boris and his helpers thought they'd seen the last of him
But now he's back, and like his dress sense, the future's looking grim
They'd watched him stagger down the street
With his big ol' cardboard box
Then cancelled all his ID cars and changed all of the locks

They saw him round the corner with gladness in their hearts
Then went back to the job of selling Britain off for parts
But now he has returned bringing horror fear and dread
And everybody's dirty secrets in his massive head

Lеt no one say that Boris wasn't warned
Hell hath no fury likе a Dominic scorned

Who knows what ghastly truths that bulbous cranium conceals?
He was there for all the meetings and in on all the deals
He was party to the treachery , chicanery and deceit
And you can be damn certaint that he's kept all the receipts

This time around he will be even harder to avoid
Soon as he cuts a deal with an amenable tabloid
He knows the whole damn story , he'll write it out verbatim
And take vengeance on all those who did not appreciate him
He'll make them wish that they had not been borned
Hell hath no fury like a Dominic scorned