Mr. robinsons' quango

Oh, Mr. Robinson and his quango
Dirty dealer, expensive car
Runs the buses and the Evening Star

He got a hairpiece, oh, he got herpes
His private life is very discreet
A nicer man, no, you're never gonna meet

Yeah, 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
Makes them tick, oh, he makes them tock
And if you don't fit, he put you in the dock

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 he wrote on the wall
I'm wearing black French knickers under my suit
I've got stockings and suspenders on, I'm feeling rather loose

Ooh, I'm the naughty boy
Ooh, I'm the naughty, naughty boy
Said who?

He's the self-confessed saviour of the dim right wing
He got respiratory problems and a Mason's ring

Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty, naughty boy (naughty boy)