Part One
I have a name that
ends in ‘madu’
I’m a shameless
player of the second fiddle
Yes, I have a
name that ends in ‘Madu’
I’m a shameless
player of the second fiddle
When the Senate
King usurps the boat
He grabs the
power and I the paddle
I row and row
and row and row
With all the
muscle in my menial arms
Yes, I row and
row and row
With all the
muscle in my menial arms
A boat
full-loaded with scam and scum
And the rest of
a clique that hurts and harms
The King holds
the sword and I the sheath
He calls the
shot and I come up short
Say, the King
holds the sword and I the sheath
He calls the
shot and I come up short
He slays valiant
Honour with a practiced stroke
With me in tow,
extolling the sport
The King tells
his lies and I nod and nod
His
noodle-nodder and sidekick supreme
Say, the King
tells his lies and I nod and nod
His
noodle-nodder and sidekick supreme
I see no evil
and hear none at all
When he pushes
his treachery to the wild extreme
The King’s own
slave is the king of slaves**
Better a second fiddle
than no fiddle at all
Hear? The King’s
own slave is the king of slaves
Better a second
fiddle than no fiddle at all
Bend and bow
your way to the wanted prize
Adjust your
height if your boss is tall
Part Two
Deputy several
seasons, a stark, subordinate star
The second
fiddle spawns my loudest music
Say, Deputy
countless seasons, a stark, subordinate star
The second
fiddle fathers my priciest music
Crooked
calculation undid my vaunted height
I crawl to my
quarry under the lowest bar
If I did it for
Mark for six sluggish seasons
Why not for John
and Andrew, Abu and Abba?
Asking, if I did
it for Mark for six sluggish seasons
Why not for John
and Andrew, Abu and Abba?
Who bows bags in
this land of crawling men
Where the best
wait and wither in gateless prisons
Loyal like a
leech, addicted to broken vows
I grabbed my
spoils from a stolen mandate
Say, loyal like
a leech, addicted to broken vows
I grabbed my
spoils from a stolen mandate
In this land of
moral cripples
Truth and Honour
have fled the national estate
Deputy, venal
Deputy, and second-best for evermore,
I’m everything
that’s vice in my equally afflicted boss
Deputy, venal
Deputy, and second-best for evermore,
I’m everything
that is vice in my equally afflicted boss
Whatever gain
accrues from our backroom deals
Totals up,
always, to the nation’s loss
Some call me
cad, some call me crook
Some say I am a
shameless eater of left-over
See, some call
me cad, some call me crook
Some say I am a
shameless eater of left-over
Better a second
fiddler than no fiddler at all
My sense of
shame lives in a pot with a leaden cover
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