I remember Corbyn at the Brighton love-in,
He was talking so brave about ‘faith’,
Promising salvation on regeneration
While Labour councils demolish estates.
Those were his excuses, but this is London,
We are fighting for our homes on the streets,
Where sound-bites are swallowed by believers in lies,
Labour voters and estate residents.
Ah, but you got away with it, didn’t you, Jez?
You lied through your teeth to the crowd.
You talked all day, but I never heard you say:
‘Stop demolishing! Start refurbishing!’
‘Stop demolishing! Start refurbishing!’
Or anything to save this old town . . .
I remember Corbyn at the Brighton love-in,
He was famous, his name was a chant.
Blaming the Tories, the same old story,
But Labour councils can do what they want.
And nodding his head at council tenants
Who still hope for a Labour government,
He raised his fist, said: ‘Have faith and wait,
‘In five years I’ll be in 10 Downing Street!’
Ah, but you got away with it, didn’t you, Jez?
You lied through your teeth to the crowd.
You talked all day, but I never once heard you say:
‘Stop demolishing! Start refurbishing!’
‘Stop demolishing! Start refurbishing!’
Or anything to save this old town . . .
This doesn’t mean for our sins I want the Tories to win,
But neither will I be voting Labour.
I remember Corbyn at the Brighton love-in,
If that’s all, then he’s not the Messiah.
– With apologies to the late, great Leonard Cohen
A Communist in Hong Kong 