Ill Repute Art Bergmann

The minister's lover's husband
Came home and
Caught them in the act
He was not amused
At their savage lack of tact
But his wife
Took him back
With all his charms
The premier
And his cabinet
Welcomed him back
With open arms

From the loneliest bedroom
To the highest office
In the land
There's a reputation
It's all held
In your powerful hand

[Chorus]
You can't wash it away
How can you help to explain
You can't wash it away

All it took
Was a phone call to the east
Spread around some cash
Press the flesh and
Everybody gets financial redress
It's funny how it works
One minute you're precious
The next one you're
Dirt