Mr. robinson and his quango

Dirty dealer, expensive car

Runs the buses and the evening star

He got a hairpiece and he got herpes

His private life is very discreet

A nicer man you're never going to meet

A self professed saviour of the dim right wing

He's got respiratory problems and a masons ring



Mr. robinson and his quango

Drinks with the general and the county wives

Yes the family business is doing all right

They are doing tangos down in the quangos

He makes them tick and he makes them tock

And if he doesn't like you he'll put you in the dock

He just sits in his leather chair and twiddles his thumbs

Gets his secretary in and pinches her bum



He ran into the toilet in the town hall

Got a biro out and he wrote on the wall

I'm wearing black french knickers on under my suit

I'm wearing stockings and suspenders oh I'm feeling rather loose



Oh I'm a naughty boy

Oh I'm a naughty, naughty boy



Oh I'm a naughty boy, oh I'm a naughty, naughty boy

Oh I'm a naughty boy, oh I'm a naughty, naughty boy

Oh I'm a naughty boy, oh I'm a naughty, naughty boy