Dear Mr. Murdoch

Dear Mr. Murdoch, what have you done

With your news of the screws and your soaraway sun?

You sharpen our hatred

You've blunted our minds

We're drowning in nipples and bingo and *** crimes

How many time must they poke and they pry

Must they twist and lie?

Just to add to the grime they even screwed up the times

Love to kick their arse goodbye oh wouldn't i!

Dear Mr. Murdoch you play hard to see

But with your bare-arsed cheek you should be on page three

And dear Mr. Murdoch you're really the pits

Bad news is good business, you're the king of the tits

They stain all they touch, they're real woman haters

But we're on their trail

They go straight for the lowest common denominators

How could they fail? go straight to jail - (no bail)!

Dear Mr. Murdoch you're a powerful man

You control half our media whose values don't scan

And dear Mr. Murdoch we're not so amused

Just line up the people whose lives they've abused

Dear Mr. Murdoch what do you know

With your minions like vultures and carrion crow

They've sunk just as low as humans can sink

For profit they tell us how mass murderers think

And dear Mr. Murdoch you come down from on high

You even bought up the air waves, you control all our sky

Dear Mr. Murdoch you're a dangerous chap

With your jingoist lingo we're drowning in crap

Dear Mr. Murdoch where are you coming from?

Getting so hard to tell if you're a yank, oz or pom

Dear Mr. Murdoch you're really the pits

Bad news is good business, you're the king of the tits

Dear Mr. Murdoch you do it with zing

At lowering the standards you're really the king

And dear Mr. Murdoch what have you done?

You're not quite as nice as attila the hun