I'm Sorry Boris

I figured out what can move me

It's trains and hugs, planes and sushi

And I'm sorry

But, Boris

I'm leaving

I'm not good for anyone here

We reached the end of a decade

Greenwich morphs into an arcade

Southwark turns into a highway

Up to hamlets, a tax break

Newham, Islington a headache

And Richmond's still shit

I can't believe that I'm leaving

I can't believe that I'm leaving

I don't think I want to leave you

I don't think I want to leave you

Here alone

But they'll knock down the pubs before helping you

They'll burn down your towers before helping you

They'll charge for your healthcare before helping you

They'll let you jump under trains before helping you

And even though I'm finished

I'm not quite done with it

No matter how far I run south I'm always there

My lovers, my colleagues

My best friends and enemies

I don't think I want to leave you