Oh, Mr Robinson And his quango Dirty dealer Expensive car Runs the buses and the Evening Star He got a hairpiece Ooh, he got herpes His private life is very discreet A nicer man, no, you're never gonna meet
He's the self-confessed saviour of the dim right wing He got respiratory problems and a mason's ring
Oh, Mr Robinson And his quango Drinks with generals and county wives The family business is doing alright They're doing tangos Down in the quangos He makes them tick Ooh, he makes them tock And if you don't fit He put you in the dock
He just sits in his leather chair and twiddles his thumb Gets his secretary in and pinches her bum He ran into the toilets in the town hall He got his biro out and wrote on the wall "I'm wearing black French knickers under my suit I've got stocking and suspenders on I'm feeling rather loose"
Ooh, I'm a naughty boy Ooh, I'm a naughty, naughty boy