The public just thrives on the scandal
When celebrities act like a vandal
They all give a shout
When the cheater’s found out
By the flickering light of a candle
The Murdoch’s ran news of the world
Who’s naughtiness make your toes curled
They hacked into phones
And other unknowns
Now all of their empire’s unfurled.
The papers had fun with expenses
And MPs were made to jump fences
But now the worm’s turned
And reporters are burned
And editors now know what tense is.
We all want to know who’s to blame
It’s part of the piety game
But if we didn’t try
To make filth in the sty
The papers would not do the same!
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