The rumours of your demise, (oh my, oh yes)
Exaggerated at best, (who knows' I guess)
And from what I surmise, (oh my, oh yes)
You've changed the world, more or less. (so says the press)

Hey Mr, my hat is off to you,
Hey Mr, my hat is off,
I owe it all, I owe it all to you,
To you.

With eloquence on your side, (no lie, no way)
Sincerity on your face, (alright, okay)
And you look so dignified, (no lie, no way)
My doubts are fully displaced. (my fears allay)

Hey Mr, my hat is off to you,
Hey Mr, my hat is off,
I owe it all, I owe it all.

Trees are greener now,
Children laughing out loud,
There is peace and harmony again,
No pain or poverty, thanks to your policies,
I heard it all on n.p. radio.

Hey Mr, my hat is off to you,
Hey Mr, my hat is off,
I owe it all, I owe it all to you,
Hey Mr, my hat is off to you,
Hey Mr, my hat is off,
I owe it all, I owe it all.

Then the birds will sing, "Thanks for everything,"
All the Hindus bow, "Thanks for the holy cows,"
In 2093 they'll curse you're legacy,
In 2094 they will exhume your corpse.

Hey Mr,
Hey Mr,
Hey Mr. Bill,
Hey Mr,
Hey Mr,
Hey Mr. Bill,
Hey Mr,
Hey Mr,
Hey Mr. Bill,
Hey Mr,
Hey Mr,
Hey Mr. Bill,
Hey Mr,
Hey Mr,
Hey.