O Peter MacKay! O Peter MacKay!

O Peter MacKay!  O Peter MacKay!

O Peter MacKay!  O Peter MacKay!

Your dirty little tricks

Just won’t go away.

Belinda saw you at them years ago

And she dumped you off where the grass don’t grow

Cause the bottom of that pit is just tooo low –

But Right for Peter MacKay.

O Peter MacKay!  O Peter MacKay!

Your dirty little tricks

Just won’t go away.

You signed a paper in your own fair hand

To swear you’d stay out of Harperland.

The lie you told was a nasty lie –

But Right for Peter MacKay.

O Peter MacKay!  O Peter MacKay!

Your dirty little tricks

Just won’t go away.

Greed and ego made you say

Your signature’s not worth a handful of hay

(And you’ve lived that deception every day)

At the bottom of the pit that’s just tooo low –

But right for Peter MacKay.

O Peter MacKay!  O Peter MacKay!

Your dirty, dirty tricks

Just won’t go away.

You called the Air Force to give you a Flip

And fly you away from your fishing trip.

But they can’t pull you out of the bottomless pit

That’s Right for Peter MacKay.

O Peter MacKay!  O Peter MacKay!

Your dirty, dirty tricks

Just won’t go away.

Air Force picked you up in a basket chair

And dirtied their name – that once was fair

So you could Lord It as Mister Sleaze –

The Right name for Peter MacKay.

O Peter MacKay!  O Peter MacKay!

There’s a big ‘moral’ here

And it won’t go away!

They call you Honourable, and They

Smile To Your Face –

But they all know now you’re

A Basket Case –

And the basket’s just Right

(And it fits you tight)

Down there in the pit that’s really tooo low –

But just Right for Peter MacKay.