Sing a song of Parliament, 
Pockets full of cash, 
Fraudulently claiming 
And adding to their stash. 
With their ploy discovered 
They said they’d give it back. 
If you or I had done the same 
We'd promptly get the sack!  

Sing a song of freebies, 
Snouts all in the trough. 
Giving back their ill got gains 
Is just not good enough. 
Sponging off our earnings 
With a likely tale, 
If working folk had done the same 
They'd soon end up in jail.  

Sing a song of fraudsters 
Counting out their money. 
They smile and look quite unashamed, 
As though they think its funny. 
Sitting in a secret place, 
Counting out their dosh, 
On plugs for baths and cleaning moats, 
For crisps and orange squash. 
 
Sing a song of MP’s 
Who took us for a ride. 
It's up to us election time 
Their future to decide. 
It's gone too far to bring back trust 
Of anyone in power. 
To most of us they'll always be 
A shifty, crooked shower!!