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