Ooh-aah-ooh
Ooh-aah-ooh

Oh Mr. Robinson and his quango
Dirty dealer, expensive car
Runs the buses and the Evening Star
He got a hairpiece
Ooh he got herpes
His private life is very discreet
A nicer man no you’re never gonna meet

And he’s a self-professed savior of the dim right wing
He got respiratory problems and a mason’s ring

Ooh-aah-ooh
Ooh-aah-ooh

Oh Mr. Robinson and his quango
Drinks with generals and county wives
And the family business is doing all right
(Aah-aah) They’re doing tangos down in the quangos
He makes ’em tick ooh he makes them tock
And if you don’t fit he’ll put you in the dock

Just sits in his leather chair and twiddles his thumbs
Gets his secretary in and pinches her bum

Ooh-aah-ooh
Ooh-aah-ooh
Ooh-aah-ooh
Ooh-aah-ooh

He ran into the toilet 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
Oh I’m a naughty boy
Oh, I’m a naughty, naughty boy”

I said ooh!

He’s a self-professed savior of the dim right wing
He got respiratory problems and a mason’s ring

Ooh-aah-ooh
Ooh-aah-ooh
Ooh-aah-ooh
Ooh-aah-ooh

Ooh, I’m a naughty boy (naughty, naughty boy)Ooh, I’m a naughty, naughty boy

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