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
He's a self-professed saviour of the dim right wing
He got respiratory problems and a masons ring
Oh Mr Robinson and his quango
Drinks with generals and county wives
The family business is doing all right
They're doing tangos down in the quangos
He makes them tick, oh he makes them tock
And if you don't fit he'll put you in the dock
He just sits in his leather chair and twiddles his thumbs
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
Oh I'm a naughty boy
Oh I'm a naughty naughty boy
He's a self-professed saviour of the dim right wing
He got respiratory problems and a masons ring
Oh I'm a naughty boy
Oh I'm a naughty naughty boy
Writer(s): Alexander James Steven, Alexander Rowntree David, Damon Albarn, Graham Leslie Coxon
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