Another lyric that went begging, as far as I can recall.
PORTILLO
(To the Tune of “Tit Willow”)
VERSE 1
In the house at Westminster an abrasive git,
Known as Brillo Portillo Portillo;
Had his hands on the purse strings and talked heaps of shit,
That fellow Portillo Portillo.
Is it weakness of intellect in Michael’s ken,
Or a rather tough line from those Thatcherite men?
PORTILLO:It’s my mindless ambition to reach number ten.
But will-oh Portillo Portillo?
VERSE 2
He planned lots of cuts and he made Tories row,
That is still-oh Portillo Portillo;
PORTILLO:The young and the poor never vote anyhow,
Thus billowed Portillo Portillo.
He sounded like Thatcher, young Mike must’ve seen her,
But from his mouth the policies sounded obscener,
PORTILLO:If they can’t afford pills let the plebs drink Ribena.
That’s shrill-oh Portillo Portillo.
VERSE 3
Now I feel just as sure as I’m sure Gordon Brown,
Tried to grill-oh Portillo Portillo;
That his own over zeal will bring young Michael down,
Sounds brill-oh Portillo Portillo.
He would charge for the pill but we can’t understand,
Why he’d dish out free condoms with the other hand,
PORTILLO:My Mates shares have just gone up eighty-five grand.
Cheap thrill-oh Portillo Portillo.
The above lyric works well to the Tit Willow song from the Mikado: