And now, the election is near;

And I may face the final curtain.

My friend, I'll say it clear,

I'll state my case, what Jim Keight told us.

I've lived a life that's full.

Black cabs down each and every highway;

But more, much more than this,

I paid no money.



Big debts, I've had a few;

But then again, the council helped me.

I did what I had to do

And saw it through with my expenses.

I planned each charted course;

Each single pub, along the byway,

But more, much more than this,

I did it Keights way.



Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew

When I took out more cash than I could use.

But through it all, when there was doubt

I filled the forms and took expenses out.

I faced it all and I stood tall;

And did it Keights way.



With Keight, I've laughed and cried.

I've had my fill; my share of boozing.

And now, as tears subside,

I find were all new labour losers.

To think I did all that;

And may I say - not in a shy way,

"No, oh no not me,

I did it Keights way".



For what is a man, what has he got?

If not expenses, then he has naught.

To say the things new labour feels;

A wage a week, is all I seek.

The record shows , The Sonae blows -

I did it Keights way!