Found a great spoof of bohemian rhapsody about this:
This is the real life
This is no fantasy
In by a landslide,
No escape from reality.
Open your eyes,
Take heed of my lies and see,
I'm such a rich boy, I have no empathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Letterbox, dirty socks
Any way the mare blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.
Pater, just killed a man,
Threw him underneath my bus
Pulled my trigger, bless Liz Truss.
Pater, we have just begun,
And now I've won I’ll do it all my way.
Pater, ooh,
I was born to cheat and lie
It all belongs to me, our bright tomorrow,
Party on, party on, cos nothing really matters.
Crikey, our time has come,
Let’s send shivers down their spines,
Round the reds up, put in line.
Goodbye, House of Commons, you’ve got to go,
You can all kiss my behind and face the truth.
Pater, ooh (any way the wind blows),
The plebs have got to die,
They’ll soon be wishing they’d never been born at all.
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Vladimir, Vladimir, won’t you keep it all secret?
Thunderbolt and lightning,
Very, very frightening me.
(Strangling kittens) Strangling kittens,
(Strangling kittens) Strangling kittens,
Spaffing, quoting Cicero
Oh bally boll-oll-oll-ollocks.
I'm such a rich boy, no-one can touch me.
He's such a rich boy from a rich family,
Spare him his life from your “democracy”.
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Steve Bannon! No, we will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Lord Farage! We will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Ian Hislop! We will print all we know. (Let me go!)
Will not let you go. (Let me go!)
Never let you go (Never, never, never, never let me go)
Oh oh oh oh
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, lawks-a-mercy, cripes and gosh (piffle paffle, let me go.)
That Michael Gove has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.
So you think you can back me then spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me then hang me to dry?
Oh, Donny, can't do this to me, Donny,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.
(Ooooh, ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters, but me.
Any way the wind blows.
With all due acknowledgments and abject apologies to Freddie Mercury and whoever lays claim to the copyright of the iconic song parodied here in the spirit of fair use.