Tekst piosenki
Mr. robinson and his quango Dirty dealer, expensive car Runs the buses and the evening star He got a hairpiece and he got herpes His private life is very discreet A nicer man you're never going to meet A self professed saviour of the dim right wing He's got respiratory problems and a masons ring Mr. robinson and his quango Drinks with the general and the county wives Yes the family business is doing all right They are doing tangos down in the quangos He makes them tick and he makes them tock And if he doesn't like you he'll put you in the dock He just sits in his leather chair and twiddles his thumbs Gets his secretary in and pinches her bum He ran into the toilet in the town hall Got a biro out and he wrote on the wall I'm wearing black french knickers on under my suit Wearing stockings and suspenders oh I'm feeling rather loose Oh I'm a naughty boy Oh I'm a naughty, naughty boy Oh I'm a naughty boy, oh I'm a naughty, naughty boy Oh I'm a naughty boy, oh I'm a naughty, naughty boy Oh I'm a naughty boy, oh I'm a naughty, naughty boy
