Better far than all you scrotes
I made some paper mache'
With a million ten pound notes
Portrays a simple working bloke
The like's I never met
I'll have to let the paper soak
He's called 'Conserviette'
His eyes of Lapiz Lazuli
His lips of ruby red
Teardrop diamonds that he'll cry
A crown adorns his head
I've modeled him in poignant pose
Outside the DSS
And in his hand, a lovely rose
His loveliness to stress
For this is how I see the poor
The rest is just a myth
The sculptor is that rampant bore
Called Ian 'something' Smith
