“
I know a fat old policeman
He’s always on the take
You cross his palm with siver
And stories soon will break
Rebekah Brooks was happy
With stories that she took
Of course she never realised
that Plod was just a crook
And when she hired young Trigger
She never could have known
That all the scoops he gathered
Came not from bins alone
And when things got so ugly
And shit hit Wapping’s fan
She wouldn’t have suspected
The ernest Policeman
Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho. Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho. Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
