Ode to the chief of all leftist Gammons

Owen Jones , Owen Jones riding through the glen

Owen Jones, Owen Jones with his poisoned pen

Loved by the left

Laughed at by the rest

Owen Jones always moans

Owen Jones

He called for a protest in the smoke

They vowed to stop King Don

And course as much trouble as they can

And they still found time to sing

Chorus

Owen Jones , Owen Jones riding through the glen

Owen Jones, Owen Jones with his poisoned pen

Loved by the left

Laughed at by the rest

Owen Jones always moans

Owen Jones

He came to the smoke with a feather in his Gammon cap

A coward looking for fight

His quill was always ready he always kept it sharp

He used it to fight what could never be right.

Chorus

Owen Jones , Owen Jones riding through the glen

Owen Jones, Owen Jones with his poisoned pen

Loved by the left

Laughed at by the rest

Owen Jones always moans

Owen Jones