Oh Mr Robinson. And his quango. Dirty dealer. Expensive car. Runs the buses and the Evening Star. He got a hairpiece. Ooh he got herpes. His private life is very discreet. A nicer man no you're never gonna meet. He's the self-confessed saviour of the dim right wing. He got respiratory problems and a mason's ring. Oh Mr Robinson. And his quango. Drinks with generals and county wives. The family business is doing alright. They're doing tangos. Down in the quangos. He makes them tick. Ooh he makes them tock. And if you don't fit. He put you in the dock. He just sits in his leather chair and twiddles his thumb. Gets his secretary in and pinches her bum. He ran into the toilets in the town hall. He got his biro out and wrote on the wall. "I'm wearing black French knickers under my suit. I've got stocking and suspenders on. I'm feeling rather loose". Ooh I'm a naughty boy. Ooh I'm a naughty naughty boy.