[Caveat lector: This poor composition was assembled as a Satyr in a previous age, and, being no longer of present Topick, its author, this humble Scribe, begs that his audience will treat it therefore as it is, a memorium to the Public Sentiment of its time.]
The Clegg-Cameron Clapped-Rap
Well, I'm hipper than hip
And I'm cooler than cool
And you'd never believe
I was at public school.
I'm relevant
'Cuz I'm cool as can be,
Even if I don't have
No sound policy.
I'm up to the minute
With the trends of late
Even if my music
Is ten years out of date.
Now my background and wealth
Might just cause some friction,
'Cause I'm just as rich
As is implied by my diction.
Well I dress like your granddad,
And my slang's like his too,
But if you think I'm a square
Then I pity you, fool.
I'm down with the kids,
And I'm in with the crowd
Even if I do find
This music too loud.
Just cause my Daddy's an earl,
And my uncle owns Norfolk
It don't mean I ain't down with the poor folk.
And when I get back from the hood
With the vote-pulling done
Well you'll find me chillin'
Back at the Bullingdon.
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