Gordon Brown, NewsRevue Lyric, Much Used & Revised, Original Version 17 June 1993

This lyric about Gordon Brown certainly went the distance for many years in NewsRevue – periodically being revised. In fact, it has surprised me to find that the original version was as early as June 1993. But here it is:

GORDON BROWN

(To the Tune of “Golden Brown”)
 
VERSE 1
 
Gordon Brown, Labour’s first son,
Scottish brogue, like a Glasweigan;
Throughout the weeks, talks through his cheeks,
Speaker may drown, with Gordon Brown.
 
VERSE 2
 
Gordon Brown, shadow finance,
Hates Ken Clarke’s monetary stance;
Don’t reinflate, low interest rate,
Uniform pound, from Gordon Brown.
 
VERSE 3
 
Gordon Brown, thick wavy hair,
Don’t confuse, him with Tony Blair;
Fat cheeks and jowls, he always scowls,
‘cept when he frowns, that’s Gordon Brown.
 
(Optional fade out, as in original, “Never a clown, with Gordon Brown”)
 

Here is a link to Golden Brown by The Stranglers with the lyrics in the blurb underneath. Or if you don’t need the lyrics, you can just watch the vid embedded below:

Here are versions three and four of my lyric. Version two might well turn up some day.

Version three is from May 1997:

GORDON BROWN
(To the Tune of “Golden Brown”)

VERSE 1

Gordon Brown, Labour’s first son,
Scottish brogue, like a Glasweigan;
Fat cheeks and jowls, he always scowls,
Weak jokes and frowns, that’s Gordon Brown.

VERSE 2

Gordon Brown, thick wavy hair,
Best of pals with young Tony Blair;
Both live next door, both hate Jack Straw,
Two up two down, sums Gordon Brown.

VERSE 3

Gordon Brown, new chancellor,
Bank of England plans are such a bore;
He’s dour and stiff, bit like John Smith,
But not underground, that’s Gordon Brown.

Then a revised version (4) 27 October 1997:

GORDON BROWN
(To the Tune of “Golden Brown”)

VERSE 1

Gordon Brown, Labour’s first son,
Scottish brogue, like a Glasweigan;
Fat cheeks and jowls, he always scowls,
Weak jokes and frowns, that’s Gordon Brown.

VERSE 2

Gordon Brown, thick wavy hair,
Best of pals with young Tony Blair;
Both live next door, both hate Jack Straw,
Two up two down, sums Gordon Brown.

VERSE 3

Gordon Brown, new chancellor,
Bank of England plans are such a bore;
He’s dour and stiff, bit like John Smith,
But not underground, that’s Gordon Brown.

VERSE 4

Gordon Brown, makes up his mind,
Over EMU, how’s he inclined?
Go in, stay out, sit back and pout,
There goes the pound, Oh shit! Gordon Brown.

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