[High Praise! to Walruskkkch]

Flingin’ Poo (to the tune of “Waterloo” by ABBA)

My, my, they’re flingin’ Poo, you know they’ll never surrender
Oh yeah, they won’t accept their destiny in any possible way.
The playbook on their self
Will always keep repeating itself.

Flingin’ Poo – They were defeated, we won the war
Flingin’ Poo – Promise to fight us for ever more.
Flingin’ Poo – wouldn’t stop if they wanted to.
Flingin’ Poo – Knowing their fate will keep them losing elections too.
Flingin’ Poo – All they got left is Flingin’ Poo.

My, my, they tried to hold us back but we were stronger.
Oh yeah, but they, it seems, will never give up the fight.
And now they must all throw refuse.
Or else their base they will lose.

Flingin’ Poo – They were defeated we won the war
Flingin’ Poo – Promise to fight us for ever more.
Flingin’ Poo – wouldn’t stop if they wanted to.
Flingin’ Poo – Knowing their fate is losing elections too.
Flingin’ Poo – All they got left is Flingin’ Poo.

They know they must throw smelly refuse
Or else their base they will lose.

Flingin’ Poo – They were defeated we won the war
Flingin’ Poo – Promise to fight us for ever more.
Flingin’ Poo – wouldn’t stop if they wanted to.
Flingin’ Poo – Knowing their fate is losing elections too.
Flingin’ Poo – All they got left is Flingin’ Poo.