Step naively, on we go,
trusting in Lord Driven Snow.
How could Squeaky-Clean not know
bribery was spreading?

Muscle men all overblown,
pumped up on testosterone
past the ceilings – growth hormone! –
all for sake of money.

Step naively, on we go,
trusting in Lord Driven Snow.
How could Squeaky-Clean not know
bribery was spreading?

Former sporting superstar
reckons suspect blood counts are
not at all peculiar –
we all know that's blarney.

Step naively, on we go,
trusting in Lord Driven Snow.
How could Squeaky-Clean not know
bribery was spreading?

Rank corruption's coffers slosh.
One bad apple? Utter tosh!
Cleanest games were on his watch?
Someone thinks we're barmy.

Step naively, on we go,
trusting in Lord Driven Snow.
How could Squeaky-Clean not know
bribery was spreading?

Geoff Lander

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