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Quando chegar ao Purgatório, tratarei de providenciar pela presença, a meu lado e como testemunha abonatória, do Professor Amorim, a ver se por lá alguém acredita que eu, um hedonista impenitente, levei uma vida de serviço à Santa Madre Igreja. Entretanto, para evitarmos incoerências entre as minhas alegações e o seu testemunho, pedia ao Professor Amorim que me esclarecesse a quem ou a quê é que eu devo "obediência beata" e quando e onde é que eu desdenhei os resultados do referendo.
Agradeço-lhe o esclarecimento e retribuo-lho, antecipadamente, com a canção que os Blur dedicaram aos salvadores da direita portuguesa:
Mr Robinson and his quango
Dirty dealer, expensive car
Runs the buses and the Evening Star.
He got a hair piece and he got herpes
His private life is very discreet
A nicer man no you'll never gonna meet
A self professed saviour of the dim right wing
He's got respiratory problems and a mason's ring
Mr. Robinson ans his quango
Drinks with the general and the county wives
Yes the family business is doing all right
They are doing tango's down in the quangos
He makes them thick and he makes them tock
And if you don't fit he'll put you in the dock.
He just sits in his leather chair and twiddles his thumb
Gets his secretary in and pinches her bum
He ran into the toilet in the town hall
He got his biro out and wrote on the wall
"I'm wearing black french knickers under my suit
I've got stockings and suspenders on
I'm feeling rather loose
Ooh i'm a naughty boy
Ooh I'm a naughty naughty boy"