Letra de Mr. Robinson’s Quango - Blur

Oh, Mr Robinson and his quango

Dirty dealer, expensive car

Runs the buses and the Evening Star

He got a hairpiece, oh, he got herpes

His private life is very discreet

A nicer man, no, you're never gonna meet

Yeah, he's the self-professed saviour of the dim right wing

He got respiratory problems and a Mason's ring

Oh, Mr Robinson and his quango

Drinks with generals and county wives

The family business is doing alright

They're doing tangos down in the quangos

Makes them tick, oh, he makes them tock

And if you don't fit, he put you in the dock

Just sits in his leather chair and twiddles his thumb

Gets his secretary in and pinches her bum

He ran into the toilets in the town hall

He got his biro out and he wrote on the wall

"I'm wearing black French knickers under my suit

I've got stockings and suspenders on, I'm feeling rather loose"

Ooh, I'm a naughty boy

Ooh, I'm a naughty, naughty boy

Said who?

He's the self-professed saviour of the dim right wing

He got respiratory problems and a Mason's ring

Ooh, I'm a naughty boy (Naughty, naughty boy)

Ooh, I'm a naughty boy (Naughty, naughty boy)

Ooh, I'm a naughty boy (Naughty, naughty boy)

Ooh, I'm a naughty boy (Naughty, naughty boy)

Ooh, I'm a naughty boy (Naughty, naughty boy)

Ooh, I'm a naughty boy (Naughty, naughty boy)

Ooh, I'm a naughty boy (Naughty, naughty boy)

I am a naughty, naughty boy (Naughty, naughty boy)

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