The Red Corbyn

Our leader’s pants are deepest red — 
 We will not hear a bad word said
 About that kind and honest man
 Whose seeming errors serve a plan.

So raise the scarlet Corbyn high — 
 For him alone, we live and die!
 Though lizard men of Portland plot,
 Momentum will cut out the rot.

Look ’round, the Maoists chant his praise,
 The Trotskyists admire his ways — 
 He could unit the whole country
 If not for Blairite treachery.

So raise the scarlet Corbyn high — 
 For him alone, we live and die!
 Though lizard men of Portland plot,
 Momentum will cut out the rot.

The Fabians would love to drag
 Him out; so would that right-wing rag,
 The Guardian. Therefore, we vow
 That we won’t change our hashtags now.

So raise the scarlet Corbyn high — 
 For him alone, we live and die!
 Though lizard men of Portland plot,
 Momentum will cut out the rot.

He well recalls the triumphs past,
 He knows that now we must hold fast
 To strategies that once were put
 To glorious use by Michael Foot.

So raise the scarlet Corbyn high — 
 For him alone, we live and die!
 Though lizard men of Portland plot,
 Momentum will cut out the rot.

It suits the out-of-touch elites
 Whose minds are fixed on winning seats,
 Seduced by Kinnock and by Brown,
 To do the sacred Corbyn down.

So raise the scarlet Corbyn high — 
 For him alone, we live and die!
 Though lizard men of Portland plot,
 Momentum will cut out the rot.

With heads uncovered swear we all
 To bear him onward till we fall.
 Though Tory victory sounds grim,
 We’ll gladly pay that price for him.

So raise the scarlet Corbyn high — 
 For him alone, we live and die!
 Though lizard men of Portland plot,
 Momentum will cut out the rot.