The first leader of North Korea, Kim Il-sung, died a couple of days before I wrote this lyric. The lyric did not do very well in NewsRevue. North Korea didn’t do very well either, with or without Mr Kim.
_ KIM’S ILL SON _
(To the Tune of “Sing”)
VERSE 1
Kim, Kim Il Sung,
Now he’s dead, smells like dung;
This Great Leader was bad,
North Korea’s still sad.
Kim, Kim Il Sung,
Was a pimple, on the world’s atomic bum;
That dull old git Jimmy Carter must,
Bore everyone he sees stiff,
Like Kim, Kim Il Sung.CHORUS 1
La, la la la la; la la, la la la la: la la la, la la la la;
La, la la la la; la la, la la la la: la la la, la la la la;VERSE 2
Kim, Kim’s ill son,
He is simple, just has fun;
Countless women he’s had,
Wild hair makes him look mad;
Kim, Kim Jong Il,
Takes his concubines, and puts them on the pill;
Don’t worry if he’s not good enough,
For anywhere but Korea,
He’s Kim, Kim’s ill son.CHORUS 2
La, la la la la; la la, la la la la: la la la, la la la la;
La, la la la la; la la, la la la la: la la la, la la la la;OUTRO
Just worry when dangerous lunatics are able to drop the bomb,
Like Kim, Kim’s ill son.
Below is a video of he Carpenters singing Sing A Song with the lyrics on the screen:
When the middle Kim died just before Christmas in whichever year it was I wrote: Kim Jon Il has gone and died. In Pyongyang hands are wringing.