Mine Eyes Have Seen. . . .

With news of the longest, deepest Recession since records began - all thanks to our Dear Leader and his eleventy-million consecutive quarters of massaged figures and dishonest 'unprecedented growth', I think it's time for a hymn. After all, pretty much all we have left now is prayer.

Mine eyes have seen the damage of the leadership of Gord,
He has left the country crippled with a debt we can't afford,
Thanks to him our country's managed by an unelected Lord,
And he just keeps droning on.
Boring, boring what a loser! Boring, boring what a loser,
Boring, boring what a loser! He just keeps droning on.

Why he chose to sell the gold off is beyond the wit of man,
He's taxed populace and companies for every cent he can,
Yet despite this our economy has slithered down the pan,
Recession dragging on!
Boring, boring what a loser! Boring, boring what a loser,
Boring, boring what a loser! Recession dragging on.

With his scruffy look and wonky jaw he hardly looks ideal.
We can safely say that Bernard Manning had more sex appeal,
And his speeches are delusional, dishonest and surreal,
And he just keeps blundering on.
Boring, boring what a loser! Boring, boring what a loser,
Boring, boring what a loser! He just keeps blundering on.

In this darkest of recessions he still can't admit defeat,
Won't admit that his decisions have destroyed the balance sheet,
So he'll "get on with the job" until we chuck him on the street,
The public want him gone!
Boring, boring what a loser! Boring, boring what a loser,
Boring, boring what a loser! The public want him gone.

He has made himself a laughing stock both here and 'cross the sea,
And his sorry lack of statesmanship reflects on you and me:
And we pray for an election so we'll finally be free;
From Gord still droning on.
Boring, boring what a loser! Boring, boring what a loser,
Boring, boring what a loser! He just keeps droning on.