Here's to you, Mr Cameron. Now with new, improved lyrics

And here's to you, Mr Cameron
The markets love you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mr Cameron
The City holds a place for those who obey
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

He'd like to know a little bit about you for their files
He'd like to help you learn to help yourself
Look around you, all you see are CCTV eyes
Staring at you even when you're at home

And here's to you, Mr Cameron
The markets love you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mr Cameron
The City holds a place for those who obey
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

Hide your money off-shore where no one ever goes
Put it in Swiss accounts with all your gold bars
It's a little secret, just the Camerons' affair
Most of all, you've got to hide it from the poor.

Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mr Cameron
The market loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mr Cameron
The City holds a place for those who obey
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

Sitting on the front bench on Monday afternoon
Going to the candidates debate
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you've got to choose
Ev'ry way you look at it, people lose

Where have you gone, Maggie Thatcher?
The wealthy turn their lonely eyes to you (Woo, woo, woo)
What's that you say, Mr Cameron
The Iron Lady has left and gone away
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)


Song to the tune of Mrs Robinson.