The blind-owl politician with his celebrated smile Of piano keyboard ivory with each key neatly filed Was moulded from a snapshot of someone with a grin With just a touch of Oscar Wilde thrown in He faces to the people from his copywriters' room With his elocution lessons to help him call the tune Before a deputation of wealthy businessmen Who make him feel he has to think of them He makes a rash decision with his full supporting cast And turns the people's army on those with minor parts No waiting for the prompter - we all know where he's been With his silver voice wrapped round in Lincoln green They all said it could never happen here Though it's possible to see it if you try The alibi of justice is flashing everywhere And he was always a master of disguise But look beneath the surface to the animal within Just another human being trying hard to fit in And all that he can expect when all is said and done Is only what becomes of anyone