They went to war in a Sieve, they did,
In a Sieve they went to war:
In spite of all Hans Blix could say,
At Bush’s command on that fateful day
In a Sieve they went to war!
But when no weapons were found in the place
And every one cried, “You have no case”
Said Tony Blair “we’re trusting to luck
We don’t care a button! we don’t give a f***!
In a Sieve we’ll go to war!”
Far and few, far and few,
Are the scruples of Tony Blair;
His lies are bold and he’s shameless too,
And they went to war in a Sieve.
They went to war in a Sieve, they did
And totally unprepared
With not enough armour for soldiers to don
With too few choppers – the list it goes on
But Blair, he never cared.
And everyone said, who saw them go,
“O won’t they be soon undone, you know!
For the list of shortcomings is terribly long,
And happen what may, it’s extremely wrong
To send our boys unprepared!”
Far and few, far and few, are the scruples of Tony Blair...
The casualty figures soon started to rise,
The coffins they soon came in;
So to cover their arses they lied and lied
(No sign of remorse for the many who died)
And they gave the order to spin!
And they hunkered down at Number 10
And they lied and they spun and they lied again
"Though the charges against us be ever so long
Yet we’ll never admit we were rash or wrong.
While we have breath, we spin!”
Far and few, far and few, are the scruples of Tony Blair ...
(with apologies to Lear)