Mr. robinson and his quango
  Dirty dealer, expensive car
  Runs the buses and the evening star
  He got a hairpiece and he got herpes
  His private life is very discreet
  A nicer man you're never going to meet
  A self professed saviour of the dim right wing
  He's got respiratory problems and a masons ring
  
  Mr. robinson and his quango
  Drinks with the general and the county wives
  Yes the family business is doing all right
  They are doing tangos down in the quangos
  He makes them tick and he makes them tock
  And if he doesn't like you he'll put you in the dock
  He just sits in his leather chair and twiddles his thumbs
  Gets his secretary in and pinches her bum
  
  He ran into the toilet in the town hall
  Got a biro out and he wrote on the wall
  I'm wearing black french knickers on under my suit
  Wearing stockings and suspenders oh I'm feeling rather loose
  
  Oh I'm a naughty boy
  Oh I'm a naughty, naughty boy
  
  Oh I'm a naughty boy, oh I'm a naughty, naughty boy
  Oh I'm a naughty boy, oh I'm a naughty, naughty boy
  Oh I'm a naughty boy, oh I'm a naughty, naughty boy