Dear Mr Murdoch
What have you done
With your news of the screws
And your soaraway sun
You sharpen our hatred
You've blunted our minds
We're drowning in n*****s
And bingo and s*x crimes
How many time must
They poke and they pry
Must they twist and lie
Just to add to the grime
They even screwed up the times
Love to kick their arse goodbye
Oh wouldn't it
Dear Mr Murdoch you play hard to see
But with your bare-arsed cheek
You should be on page three
And dear Mr Murdoch
You're really the pits
Bad news is good business
You're the king of the tits
They stain all they touch
They're real woman haters
But we're on their trail
They go straight for
The lowest common denominators
How could they fail
Go straight to jail no bail
Dear Mr Murdoch you're a powerful man
You control half our media
Whose values don't scan
And dear Mr Murdoch
We're not so amused
Just line up the people
Whose lives they've abused
Dear Mr Murdoch
You come down from on high
You even bought up the air waves
You control all our sky
Dear Mr Murdoch
Where are you coming from
Getting so hard to tell
If you're a yank oz or pom
Dear Mr Murdoch you're really the pits
Bad news is good business
You're the king of the tits
