All people that in Ireland dwell,
Sing for me with cheerful voice.
My presidency cometh near, my plans develop well;
Come ye before me and rejoice.
You faithful servants of the Lord,
Sing out my praise with one accord,
While serving me with all your might
And keep on voting through the night.
Praise Gord, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Mandy, all creatures are below;
Praise Me above, your heavenly host;
Praise Common Purpose and fortunes lost.
Defend, O Vaclav Klaus, self divine,
Advance thou Lisbon’s agendas mine,
Cut off opponents without ruth,
Deaf to Inconvenient Truth.
To ratify, join and assure
The Protocol assures my place
Of Democracy there is no trace.
Raise me, Raise me, Raise me to my rightful place.
OK, you can go to the pub now and drown your sorrows, drop your benefit cheques in the collection plate on the way out, make sure you do – the CCTV is watching you!