poem was written during the days of militant union action which brought about
the death knell of trade union power. The City of Liverpool particularly
suffered from trade union militancy which, in the end, maintained the
Conservative party in power for another term.
sun has got his Hatton,
hip hip hooray!
wish that he would go there.
what most people say
not really one of the likely lads,
mouth from Liverpool.
just a commie tool!
got the title of Deputy Leader,
he acts as a bit of a yob.
on earth is the chappie,
got the principal job?
neat and jaunty and he swaggers,
dais to microphone,
upsetting the Labour leader,
his belligerent tone!
always liked treading platforms,
the day that he was born.
since he's been shooting his mouth off,
and Kinnock are at daggers drawn!
wants to be independent,
bring the Tories to earth,
the antics that he's been up to,
not likely to cause Labour mirth.
socialist political circles,
regarded as a bit of a joke,
seems to be doing his very best,
send Labour's dreams up in smoke!
Scargill, he rejects moderation,
and healthy debate.
now he's paying the penalty,
Labour it may be too late.
maintains that jobs and services,
at the very top of his list,
he rapidly ruins Liverpool city,
the use of his militant fist.
trouble is, that the Unions,
not acting with one accord,
with his suggested solutions,
the Conservatives who have scored!
when the Conservatives were rumbled,
the tide was drifting away,
bit of a berk from Birkenhead,
a big Tory holiday!
Labour and then think chaos,
opposition are saying, with glee.
will adopt the same pattern,
the Labour party gains victory!
has been trying, so desperately hard,
make Labour's message edible.
with blokes like Hatton, beavering away,
regarded as nigh on incredible.
over the years, perhaps the next ten,
iron out the 'reds'.
he does, there's little hope,
we'll sleep soundly in our beds!
it true that Hattons's mouth,
as wide as the river Mersey?
that he'd be much more at home,
his team's red jersey?
playing for Liverpool,
a job to be done,
took two to tango,
increased it, to four!
told he believes it.
not using stealth.
fact he's just proved it.
not quite, but then he used his loaf,
persuade a neighbouring labour mob
demonstrate unity, the old quid pro quo,
each other with a suitable job.
it's bending the rules quite a bit,
says it's OK, not a crime!
is, if you consider very carefully that,
gets full pay for working half time!
swans about in his chauffeur driven car.
keeps it on call, half the night.
his boss suggested it was time for him to go.
got into a hell of a political fight!
last the people are beginning to ask why,
is treated in this extravagant way.
books are being opened and studied at length,
him considerable cause for dismay!
not quite the hero, his fans would have you believe.
manouvered, to meet his own ends.
enquiry should place him in such watery depths.
he'll suffer from the political 'bends'.
matter how Tories mismanage,
they're using far too few cooks.
is a political duty,
keep an eye on the books!
can't ignore that duty,
stick your head in the sand.
keep on ranting and raving,
acting as if you're half canned!
let's, for a minute,
beyond the man,
attempt to establish,
its' former glory
can't be the end
a great city's story?
is certainly the strikes,
the militant factions,
have started employers,
decide that their industry's.
have to shift,
where production flows.
ghost of Liverpool,
in this consideration,
were not to blame.
docks are a good illustration,
no doubt that the lads used to scrounge.
never got to the consumer,
finished up in some docker's lounge!
this for a neat game of cricket!
too good at going on strike!
taking my industrial ball back.
you can get on your bike!
not saying it was all hunky dory,
that, in the past, they never had cause.
hit at their capitalist master,
taking the odd industrial pause.
for far too long, they distinguished,
proletariat and bourgousie,
in doing so, they succeeded,
decimating their industry.
too late now, to go back to the land,
return to the plough and the till.
when you look at the state of the world,
might wish that you were back there still!
get off the rack
to take that chip
off your back!
those who matter,
may just be worthwhile,
give one more chance,
the 'Pools' rank and file.
true heart of Liverpool must return,
at heart, they're a wonderful bunch,
they get stuck in to their work,
forsake the eight hour lunch.
realise that Liverpudlians,
independent and larger than life,
popular Arts they are vociferously applauded,
the world, not forgetting his wife!
Tarbuck and especially the Beetles.
much talent in every acre.
they need to call on Jerry now,
the use of his pacemaker!
on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
you'll never walk alone.
it's beginning to happen already lads,
you'd better get on the phone!
the Hatton front, I've just been told,
the lot of them have been suspended.
goodness for that, it was well beyond time.
this farcical situation was ended.
does this portend, on the national front?
do the people feel?
the situation is within your grasp.
a man like David Steel!
may have to come in a package.
that's not necessarily a sin.
is better that dis-unity.
why not invite him in?
by Con Census
Trevor Durbidge Copyright © 2001 [TJD].
All rights reserved. Revised:
October 30, 2007