HOW SILLY The politician look Wearing his public smile Trying to hide his incapacity When it's sticking out a mile With his papier mache wife And his papier trashy life If he sees himself as the man for the job His mirror's telling lies. HOW SILLY the priest of parson looks Striking a holy pose Trying to hide their nakedness With mediaval clothes They're holding a golden key But what it looks like to me If they're holding all the real estate That's your neighborhood poverty. These are just few of the things I've been noticing Dear Politician, Priest & Parson If you really feel like helping : Open up your heart â?? That's the helpin' part Open up your heart â?? That's at least a start HOW SILLY the Queen of Englang looks Slipping her royalty The essence of noncommitalness In the grand democracy. It's the Hanoverian Strain Erin's isle is not the same For the poet's rhyme, she give us wine We hope for better things from Charles. These are just of the things I've been noticing. Your Royal Majesty, Dear Madame If you really feel like helping: Open up your heart â?? That's the helpin' part Let your Christmass message start : Â«Â Open up your hearts...Â Â» HOW SILLY The politician looks Wearing his public smile HOW SILLY the Priest or Parson looks Stricking a holy pose HOW SILLY the Queen of England looks HOW SILLY, HOW SILLY, HOW SILLY !