Dear Mr. Murdoch

Dear Mr Murdoch, what have you done?

With your news of the screws and your soaraway sun

You sharpen our hatred

You've blunted our minds

We're drowning in nipples and bingo and sex crimes

How many times 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 ass 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

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 life blood is scam

Dear Mr Murdoch we're not so amused

Just line up the people whose lives they've abused

Dear Mr Murdoch you come down from on high

You even bought up the air waves, you control all our sky

Dear Mr Murdoch where are you coming from

Getting so hard to tell if you're a yank, oz or pom

And dear Mr Murdoch, um, you're really the pits

Bad news is good business, you're the king of the tits