How Silly Lyrics

How silly the politician looks
Wearing his public smile
Trying to hide his incapacity
When it's sticking out a mile
With a paper-mache wife
And a paper trashy life
If he sees himself as the man for the job
His mirror's telling lies
How silly the priest or parson looks
Striking a holy pose
Trying to hide their nakedness
With medieval clothes
They're holding a golden key
What it looks like to me
Is they're holding all that real estate
That's your neighborhood poverty

These are just a few of the things
I've been noticing
Politician, priest and parson
If you really feel like helping
Open up your heart
Yeah, that's the helping part
Open up your heart
That's at least a start
How silly the Queen of England looks
Sipping her Royalty
The essence of noncommittalness
In the Grand Democracy
It's the Hanoverian Strain
Erin's Isle is not the same
For the poet's rhyme she gives us wine
We hope for better things from Charles
These are just a few of the things
I've been noticing
Your Royal Majesty, Dear Madame
If you really feel like helping
Open up your heart
Oh, that's the helping part
Let your Christmas message start
Open up your hearts

How silly the politician looks
Wearing his public smile
How silly the priest or parson looks
Striking a holy pose
How silly the Queen of England looks
How silly, how silly, how silly