Saturday, 4 May 2019

Mr Robinson

No time for you, Mr. Robinson
Jesus loves you less than you would know
Woe woe woe
God help me please, Mr. Robinson
Heaven holds no place for those who hate
Hate Hate Hate, Hate Hate Hate
Here you are in Manchester spouting your pathetic shite
We'd like to help you learn to go fuck yourself
Look around you all you see are unsympathetic eyes
Stroll around our town but we won’t make you feel at home

No time for you, Mr. Robinson
Jesus loves you less than you would know
Woe woe woe
God help me please, Mr. Robinson
Heaven holds no place for those who hate
Hate Hate Hate, Hate Hate Hate
Take your racist diatribe and get out of our town
Put it in the place where sun never shines
We’re not interested in this Robinson affair
Don’t need protecting from the Muslims or the Yids

Koo-koo-ka-choo, Mr. Robinson,
Jesus loves you less than you would know
Woe woe woe
God help me please, Mr. Robinson
Heaven holds no place for those who hate
Hate Hate Hate, Hate Hate Hate
Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to the MEP debate
Laugh about it, shout about it
If you’re all we got to choose
Every way you look at this we lose

Its a sad day for the English race
When our nation turns its lonely eyes to you
Wu wu wu
What's that you say, Mr. Robinson
We’ve heard enough, fuck off and go away
Hey, Hey, Hey, Go away

© John Mcdonough

Woman pushing a pram accuses Tommy Robinson of 'spouting sh**e' about Muslims as he desperately tries to justify himself on visit to Salford

John Mcdonough

John has been writing poetry for 30 years. His style is urban/performance poetry. He subtitles his spoken word for the benefit of the hard of hearing and those that struggle with dialect, John's is Mancunian.