ADIOS, BORIS JOHNSON

 

 Peter Gabriel's "Waiting For The Big One" 1977

 

A fine distillation of the kind of behavior prevalent for years in certain people occupying the elite heights of UK government and business. A satrical paean to alcoholic losers from Wall Street, Banking, Real Estate to your basic gambling addicts, all to a bluesy beat. 

Consider what if this song was one of Boris' personal theme songs. During his years of swaggering success, forgetting the negative lyrics, he would be seen dancing alone in his office, blasted on wine with the volume cranked up.

Later, deteriorated and wallowing in those same negative lyrics despite being elected Prime Minister, he would be dancing all fucked up, shirtless and sweating like Chris Farley, during the TGIF staff gatherings at #10.

The wine's all drunk and so am I
Here with the hoi-poloi, don't ask me why
We're celebratin' anticipatin'; end of the year
Everybody come, everybody here
-- well more or less
Some already in a mess
I guess they're waiting for the big one.

Wonder why I'm cold. How did I get this far?
Had no money, had no car
I pray the snow goes, be bad if it settles
'Cos I follow my nose and the dried up rose petals
-- like the man says,
Sure hope Moses knows his roses
Or we'll all be waiting for the big one.

Once I was a credit to my credit card
Spent what I hadn't got, it wasn't hard
No trust in judgements no trust in money
Someday I'll find myself like a bee finding honey
But in the meantime, I'm gonna have me some fun
Waiting for the big one.

One too many, where ego I go too
Looking for the real thing
It don't come from what I do
No real communication moves out of my face
I'm beginning to think I'm just out of place
Won't get in too deep, I want to get some sleep
To be ready for the big one
-- waiting for the big one.