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When all night long a chap remains
On sentry go, to chase monotony
He exercises of his brains,
That is, assuming that he’s got any.
Tho’ never nurtur’d in the lap of luxury,
Yet I admonish you,
I am an intellectual chap,
And think of things that would astonish you.
I often think it’s comical,
Fal, lal, la! Fal, lal, la!
How Nature always does contrive,
Fal, lal, la, la!
That every boy and every gal
That’s born into the world alive
Is either a little Liberal
Or else a little Conservative!
Fal, lal, la! Fal, lal, la!
Is either a little Liberal
Or else a little Conservative!
Fal, lal, la!
When in that House MP’s divide,
If they’ve a brain and cerebellum, too,
They’ve got to leave that brain outside,
And vote just as their leaders tell ’em to.
But then the prospect of a lot
Of dull MP’s in close proximity,
All thinking for themselves is what
No man can face with equanimity.
Then let’s rejoice with loud Fal lal,
Fal, lal, la! Fal, lal, la!
That Nature always does contrive,
Fal, lal, la, la!
That every boy and every gal
That’s born into the world alive
Is either a little Liberal
Or else a little Conservative!
Fal, lal, la! Fal, lal, la!
Is either a little Liberal
Or else a little Conservative!
Fal, lal, la!