It says, here
That the unions will never learn
It says, here
That the economy is on the upturn
And it says, here
We should be proud
That we are free
And our free press reflects our democracy

Those braying voices on the right of the House
Are echoed down the Street of Shame
Where politics mix with bingo and tits
In a money and numbers game
Where they offer you a feature
On stockings and suspenders
Next to a call for stiffer penalties for
Sex offenders

It says, here
That this year's prince is born
It says, here
Do you ever wish that you were better informed?
And it says, here
That we can only stop the rot
With a large dose of law and order
And a touch of the short sharp shock
If this does not reflect your view you should understand
That those who own the papers also own this land
And they'd rather you believe
In Coronation Street capers
In the war of circulation, it sells newspapers
Could it be an infringement
Of the freedom of the press
To print pictures of women in
States of undress?

When you wake up to the fact
That your paper is Tory
Just remember:
There are two sides to every story