Another year, more songs to bash
I cannot walk away, I need the cash.
Since seventy one, that’s long ago,
But the contest’s long, the points are low.
Over thirty years later,
I’m still a Euro song hater
Wheel me out again.
Pay my fee,
Eight hundred grand for radio
And some poor TV.
Pay my fee
I’m ESC’s only viewer draw
On the BBC.
You have to, pay my fee,
So the xenophobic comments
Will continue in perpetuity.
Pay my fee,
Eight hundred grand for radio
And some poor TV.
Pay my fee,
I upset the Danes with Doctor Death
And the tooth fairy.
You have to, pay my fee,
Paddy O’Connell comes nowhere
Close to me.
You have to, pay my fee,
I’m presenting Eurovision
For eternity
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