and again

Sir—The current spate of election guff prompted me to put forward a commemorative chanson:

Putting on the agony, putting on the style.
That's just what the in crowd' are doing alt the while;
And as I look around me I'm very apt to smile,
To see so many status-seekers putting on the style.

Neil Wright up at Forum, waving with all his might,
Glory! Hallelujah! put the Christians in a fright;
You might think it's Billy Graham coming up the aisle,
But it's really only 'doubting Tom' putting on the style.

Peretz at election speech, smokes a dirty pipe,
Looking like a pumpkin that's only half-way ripe;
Making empty promises & shouting all the while,
That there is nothing equal to putting on the style.

See the young exec, member, in his charcoal grey,
Talking with some student reps. who've come to have their say;
Sitting at the pane! desk & wearing a toothpaste smile,
That's the executive putting on the style.

Young man just from law school, makes a big display,
With a great big policy which he can hardly say;
It's not in the Concise Oxford & won't be for a while,
But everybody knows he's only puting on the style.

Twenty-four and two degrees looking mighty slick,
Wants to get elected to be "just tops man" right quick;
Beats his breast and hollers and waves his arms awhile,
But we know he's only putting on the style.
Repeat the first verse.
Up the bloody ratrace.

I am etc.,