Interpret:

Roger Taylor

Album:

Happiness?

Dear mr murdoch, what have you done 
With your news of the screws and your soaraway sun? 
Wou sharpen our hatred 
You've blunted our minds 
We're drowning in nipples and bingo and sex crimes 


How many time must they poke and they pry 
Must they twist and lie? 
Just to add to the grime they even screwed up the times 
Love to kick their arse goodbye oh wouldn't I! 


Dear mr murdoch you play hard to see 
But with your bare-arsed cheek you should be on page three 
And dear mr murdoch you're really the pits 
Bad news is good business, you're the king of the tits 


They stain all they touch, they're real woman haters 
But we're on their trail 
They go straight for the lowest common denominators 
How could they fail? go straight to jail - (no bail)! 


Dear mr murdoch you're a powerful man 
You control half our media whose values don't scan 
And dear mr murdoch we're not so amused 
Just line up the people whose lives they've abused 


Dear mr murdoch what do you know 
With your minions like vultures and carrion crow 
They've sunk just as low as humans can sink 
For profit they tell us how mass murderers think 


And dear mr murdoch you come down from on high 
You even bought up the air waves, you control all our sky 


Dear mr murdoch you're a dangerous chap 
With your jingoist lingo we're drowning in crap 


Dear mr murdoch where are you coming from? 
Getting so hard to tell if you're a yank, oz or pom 


Dear mr murdoch you're really the pits 
Bad news is good business, you're the king of the tits 


Dear mr murdoch you do it with zing 
At lowering the standards you're really the king 


And dear mr murdoch what have you done? 
You're not quite as nice as attila the hun