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I’m a
Believer (Tough on Rhyme -
Tough on the Causes of Rhyme)
Let me simply say this to you
'Cos, hey look, y’know, I’m a pretty straight kinda guy,
I only know what I believe
I believe in me, myself, I
I believe a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do
I believe I can fly
I believe things are getting better and better
I believe I can touch the sky
I believe children are our future
I believe in yesterday
I believe I didn’t shout “Look! A big bad wolf
of mass destruction!”
I believe a big boy did it and then he ran away
I believe in Christian soldiers marching onwards
I believe God told me to invade Iraq
I believe in the second coming of Jesus
Hallelujah! It’s good to be back!
I believe going to war hurt me more than it hurt you
I believe my guitar gently wept
I believe history will judge me
I believe in Simon Schama - leather jacket, windswept
I believe in Dr Evil’s global terror
I believe in Mini-Me
I believe Saddam had it coming
I believe Gaddafi’s coming round for tea
I believe George Bush is Gary Cooper
I believe I’m his Deputy Dog
I believe it’s High Noon for anti-Western outlaws
I believe Gary, from EastEnders, looks like a frog
I believe in the yellow brick road to Middle East peace
I believe the situation is sad, so sad, it’s absurd
I believe Saturday night’s alright for fighting
I believe sorry seems to be the hardest word
I believe in privatised holidays in the sun
I believe in Sir Cliff and Don Berlusconi
I believe in a choice of luxury villas for everyone
I believe life is a minestrone
I believe we must bash the feral street kids
I believe we must squash every alcopop punk
I believe we must crush the hooch hoodlums
I believe in David Blunketty Blunk
I believe in decent hard-working families
I believe we must change our pants and our socks
I believe in shiny happy people
I believe opportunity knocks
I believe Posh 'n Becks are the New people’s
prince 'n princess
I believe soccer’s the New rock and roll
I believe in Newcastle Rovers
I believe Jackie Shearer plays in goal
I believe I’ve got chums in America
From Milwaukee down to the Mojave
I believe in my special relationship
With a six-foot white rabbit called Harvey
I believe in a tall skinny decaff New Britain
(don’t I Harvey?)
I believe in my Emperor’s New Burberry
check clothes
I believe in a broadband Britannia
I believe that for every drop of rain that falls
a flower grows
I believe in Alastair Campbell’s funky bagpipes
I believe in Melvyn Bragg’s vibrant, bouffant hair
I believe in Rupert Murdoch
I believe in Rupert the Bear
I believe in Father Christmas
I believe in the easter bunny
I believe the tooth fairy is doing a jolly good job
in difficult circumstances
I believe The Vicar of Dibley is really, really funny
I believe that if you have a nasty bruise
Ibuleve will relieve it
But if someone says, “Hey,Tony! Y’know.
Crikey! You could be wrong!”
Then I simply don’t believe it
©
Elvis McGonagall
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