Knock, knock on
Parliament
The old cowboys
never change
They ride in
with wide grins
There they stop
to see
When they don’t
see the smoke
They don’t like
it at all
They walk out
like children
Hungry for bottles
of coke
Out in the open
The old cowboys
show
The colours of
their lives
All they want bottles
of coke
Knock, knock in
my head
I don’t see
where they are going
They may want to
play their games
Playing marbles
have long gone disappeared
The new Speaker
of the House
He doesn’t take
kindly to any unkind cut
He will put down
his foot
Knock out any
member who forgets
Knock, knock the
bell rings
The old cowboys
walk in
They are afraid
to lose their benefits
They troop in
saying “Howdy!”
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