Let's hear it for Travis Bickle
Our self appointed trade guru
Well known as feckless and fickle
A "leader", now off to the buroo.
We stated all along
CEC had sold you a pup
Now they've been judged wrong
For once again making it up.
Keir has gone
His career protected
But this MSP is the one
Who should now be ejected.
Inch rode off into the sunset
With a 160 grand in his tail
For the mess he left shouldn't he get
A long stretch in Saughton Jail.
So, where do you go to Travis
When you're alone in your bed
Tell us the sh*te that surrounds you
And in that brain cell in your head.
Travis, you got it wrong once again
The decent folks in the trade are grinning
With the vested interests suffering pain
They only sing when they're winning.
