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Unsatisfied with the band's judgement of his character, Boris gives himself a jolly good introduction.
lyrics
BORIS: The name is Alexander
Boris de Pfeffel Johnson.
But of all my many names,
I only need the one.
For while you know me as the blond
Who’s always up for fun,
There’s plenty you don’t know about, I promise.
Please, call me Boris. Yes!
I’m a very different politico,
Really quite popular.
I don’t know if it’s what I say,
Or simply just the hair.
I sometimes think I’d even ’scape
Charges of murder.
No one even expects me to be honest.
Please, call me Boris.
(He’s a tendency to extemporise
Quite loquaciously.
It’s almost like he’s lost control
Of oral faculties.
But trust me he’s a training
In speaking classically...)
Positively prone to prolapse poetry and piffle,
A locutor luxurious, linguistically it’s blissful.
Merry and mellifluous in many of my scribbles,
But sometimes you can’t beat the tried and tested.
In grabbing your attention, I won’t be bested:
Tits, arse, pudding, yarh!
I’m everybody’s favourite
From Cardiff ’cross to Norwich.
I’m loved by cavier eaters
Down to workers with their porridge.
I brighten up this nation
Like flowers from a florist.
Please, call me Boris!
I’m just like MC Hammer, you can’t touch this.
Please, call me Boris.
credits
from
Boris - The Album,
released December 19, 2016
Lyrics by Laurence Peacock. Music by Hollie Morrell.
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