The Right - Morgan Fisher, Morgan, Tim Staffell

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