“He’s got ’em on,”
And pouncy little singers who to entertain us try
By dressing up like women and by singing far too high
And who on close observance must be either stoned or pissed
I don't think they'd be missed
I'm sure they not be missed
Chorus: He's got them on the list
He's got them on the list
And then none of them be missed
And none of them be missed
There's the beggars who write letters
From the inland revenue
And the gossip columnist
I've got him on the list
All critics and comedians and opera singers too
And none of them be missed
And none of them be missed
All traffic wardens, bankers,
Men who sell Venetian blinds
All advertising chappies
And Australians of all kinds
And nasty little editors whose papers are the pits
Who fill their rags with gossip
And huge and floppy... ritz.
And girls who sell the stories
Of the Tories they have kissed
But you must have got the gist
'Cause none of them be missed
Chorus: You may put them on the list
You may put them on the list
And then none of them be missed
And none of them be missed
Original song by: Gilbert and Sullivan
New lyrics by: Eric Idle
