The Future’s bright. The Future’s Brown. BetterTogether’s pants fall down.

"We're all doomed!"

“We’re all doomed!”

Gordon Brown, where is our gold?
We are Scots. We don’t do what we’re told.
You ran away. Got nothing to say?
Always a clown. Gordon Brown.

Gordon Brown, you stole our oil
You were just Tony Blair’s Mrs Doyle
You like to grin. Better out than in
Now you can frown. Gordon Brown.

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