Lyrics Dear Mr. Murdoch - Roger Taylor

Dear Mr. Murdoch, what have you done
With your news of the screws and your soar away sun?
You sharpen our hatred, you′ve blunted our minds
We're drowning in nipples and bingo and sex crimes
How many times must they poke and they pry
Must they twist and lie?
Just to add to the grime they even screwed up the times
Love to kick their ass goodbye, oh wouldn′t I
Dear Mr. Murdoch, you play hard to see
But with your bare-assed cheek you should be on page three
And dear Mr. Murdoch, you're really the pits
Bad news is good business, you're the king of the tits
They stain all they touch, they′re real woman haters
But we′re on their trail
They go straight for the lowest common denominators
How could they fail? Go straight to jail
(No bail)
Dear Mr. Murdoch, you're a powerful man
You control half our media whose values don′t scan
And dear Mr. Murdoch, we're not so amused
Just line up the people whose lives they′ve abused
Dear Mr. Murdoch, what do you know
With your minions like vultures and carrion crow
They've sunk just as low as humans can sink
For profit they tell us how mass murderers think
And dear Mr. Murdoch, you come down from on high
You even bought up the air waves, you control all our sky
Dear Mr. Murdoch, you′re a dangerous chap
With your jingoist lingo we're drowning in crap
Dear Mr. Murdoch, where are you coming from?
Getting so hard to tell if you're a yank, oz or pom
Dear Mr. Murdoch, you′re really the pits
Bad news is good business, you′re the king of the tits
Dear Mr. Murdoch, you do it with zing
At lowering standards you're really the king
And dear Mr. Murdoch, what have you done?
You′re not quite as nice as Attila The Hun