The Prem does Nothing (Good)

Mr Gordon "no-billing-to-his-name" Brown has had the cheek to attack Cameron at PMQs this week for "doing nothing" and being head of the "do nothing" party.

Since Cammy is a voyeur of the Commons kind, having to sit on the Opps bench with mouth and hands bound by Stalinistic protocol that gets you thrown in the dock for having a sneak peek at Gov data (TTG hears you, Damian!), 'tis not surprising that Cammy doesn't do anything really.

Us Trueblues need our right hand man out on the Parliament front not in gaol.

Besides Gordy, Cam does do something, he makes your skin crawl, he slams that clunking fist of yours into your gaping Poker ridden mouth each time at the Dispatch.

He also makes some pretty nifty propaganda pieces.

So where on earth does Gordon get this idea that Cam, the boy does nothing?

STEP IN POP TART ALESHA DIXON

Apparently Alesha is set to perform her latest pensworth choon, the outrageously irritating 'the boy does nothing', for none other than Gordon and his wife, who she luvvs.

Gord for her. Evidently her brain power is set at zilch if she eyes a sing-off for Gordon as her stairway to success. Cos Brown's head will roll down that staircase at the next General Election, if he bothers to call one. Which he won't. Commie cunt.

For those fortunate few not to have heard the tackius crappius song of Alesha's, bad luck - you're about to hear it now, TTG style. See vid below lyrics

The Prem does nothing (good)

I got a Prem with two left feet

And when he finances his own seat

I really think that he should know

That we want him to go go go

(repeat)

CHORUS

Is he washed up? Yes he's washed up

NHS cleaned up? No, NHS not cleaned up

Does he crush Opp?Never crushed us

He does nothing the Prem does nothing (repeat chorus)

Hey Gord how you been?

I ask a thousand times

Can you stop that grin?

And II been here, been there

Campaigning

I saw you fight your corner

My jibes kicked in

And

Two fields

I clock you

Wearing tight jeans

A real nice suit

He was smiling like you

Was just seventeen

I asked him for his stance

He said ‘yes please’

Take a sip of stancing juice

Everybody’s onto you

Through the left and to the right

Everybody hit the rhythm

It’s on tonight

I’m gonna feel the heat within my soul

I need a Prem to take control

Let the melody blow you all away

CHORUS

Is he washed up?Yes he's washed up

NHS cleaned up?No, NHS not cleaned up

Does he crush Opp?Never crushed us

He does nothing the Prem does nothing

Work it out now

Work it, Work it out now

Do it dumbo

Rake it all around now
Everybody on the floor

Let me see you clap your hands
I wanna see you work

I wanna see you move your body in turn

I wanna see you shake your banks and learn

I wanna see you work it, work it, work it out now

I wanna see you work

I wanna see you move your body in turn

I wanna take all your tips and earn'(ings)

I wanna see you work it, work it, work it out now

CHORUS

Is he washed up? Yes he's washed up

NHS cleaned up? No, NHS not cleaned up

Does he crush Opp?Never crushed us

He does nothing the Prem does nothing (repeat chorus)

And if the Prem can’t stance, he gets no second chance (at the ballot)