And now, the end is near
And so I face a hostile nation
The people's voice is clear
And it's demanding resignation
I've made another speech
In "trust me, I'm a normal guy"-way
I'm going, but hear this:
I'm going my way

Mistakes, I've made a few;
But always found a handy scapegoat
Charles Clarke, Clare Short, Geoff Hoon
Fell on their swords: so, Gordon, take note
I've left my colleagues' rep-
Utations strewn along the highway
To Gordon, I say this:
I'm going my way

Yes, there were times, I thought you knew
We "borrowed" cash, a loan or two
No honours sought, though ain't it weird:
A loan "forgot", a peer appeared
Though policemen call, I'll bluff 'em all:
I'm going my way

I've argued, talked and sighed
I've (nearly) lied - there's no excusing
Dissent come from inside
Whisp'ring campaigns - my grip I'm losing
To think of all I've done
Ingratitude in such a sly way
But, go? No, I won't leave
I'm going my way

For where's a man who's fit to lead?
Not Beckett, Hodge or even Reid
Though wars and scandals may disgrace me
Who really thinks they can replace me?
I look around... Who? Gordon Brown?
I'm going...
Some day