Underground, overground, mumbling free
The mumbles of Alistair Darling are we
Better together without Frankie Boyle
Feel Kim Jong-il in the blood and the soil
Uncle Eck Salmond, oh, he can remember the days
When he wasn't in the Times
Or News of the World
Pick up the papers and take them to the lavatory
Mumbles are organised, work as a team
Mumbles are messy and often obscene
In the New Statesman we're mumbling free
The mumbles of Alistair Darling are we
People don't notice us, they never hear
Inaudible mumbles right into their ear
Mumble by night and we mumble by day
Looking for libels to trundle away
We're so incredibly utterly devious
Making the most of everything
Even old Vlad Putin
Pick up the faeces and spin them into something new
It's what we do
Underground, overground, mumbling free
The mumbles of Alistair Darling are we
Better together without Frankie Boyle
Feel Kim Jong-il in the blood and the soil
Inaudible mumble (Blood and soil, Kim Jong-il)
Inaudible mumble (Blood and soil, Kim Jong-il)
Remember member member what an inaudible mumble you are
