Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Election Debate Rap Battle , by - Dan Bull. Release date: 06.01.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Election Debate Rap Battle |
| In a bid to appeal to the younger electorates |
| The leaders of the three main parties have agreed to a fourth televised debate |
| In the form of a rap battle |
| Gentlemen, introduce yourselves |
| Brown: Gordon Brown, Labour Prime Minister |
| My style’s like my temper, quite sinister |
| Cameron: I represent the Tories, my name’s David Cameron |
| The chap with more flash than a cameraman |
| Clegg: I’m Nick Clegg, the head of the Lib Dems |
| My timing on the mic is precise as Big Ben |
| Brown: Labour’s done amazing things over the past ten years |
| Cameron: Two wars, a recession, and cash for peers |
| Like I said, too many twits make a twat |
| And too many years in power make that |
| Brown: Vote for Labour |
| Cameron: No, vote Tory |
| Brown: Labour |
| Cameron: Tory |
| Clegg: Hello! |
| Don’t ignore me! |
| While these two are stuck in an argument |
| I’m the one with real power in a hung Parliament |
| To vote Lib Dems is to vote for change |
| Cameron: Uh, no, it’s to throw your vote away |
| Clegg: We’re not like the other two, we don’t pretend to be |
| Brown: We know, you haven’t even governed for a century |
| Clegg: There’s no confidence in the encumbrance and Cameron’s incompetent |
| Cameron: Well, you’re a (bleep), Nick |
| The Tory party’s all about family |
| That’s why I like to drag mine out to stand with me |
| Brown: Well, I’ll never use my kids as props |
| That is until my approval rating drops |
| Clegg: Talking about my private life’s forbidden |
| Although I have slept with thirty women |
| Brown: Personally, I don’t like women, they’re bigoted |
| Clegg: Uh, Gordon, your mic’s still transmitting |
| Brown: Flipping heck, I offer my sincerest apologies |
| Cameron: That gaff was a bigger cock-up than your policies |
| Brown: How can you talk about democracy |
| With that spoon stuck in your mouth by the aristocracy? |
| Cameron: I don’t approve of this |
| Brown: Then get on your bike |
| Clegg: Can I sit in the car following behind? |
| Brown: No, you’re a third wheel |
| Cameron: Unstabilised |
| Clegg: Whoever wins, I’m being taken for a ride |
| Brown: Right, there’s only one fair way we can decide |
| Come on, posh boy, step outside |