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Get ready for a hilarious musical satire! Watch Starmer, Merz, and Macron caught in a scandalous "Powder Pockets Polka" on a train! This catchy tune and cheeky lyric video roast their fictional antics. Like, share, and subscribe for more! #PoliticalHumor #LyricVideo #SatireSong #PowderPolka

(Verse 1)
In a train car, tight and cozy,
Starmer, Merz, and Macron sit.
A bag of white, oh so nosy,
And a spoon that’s gleaming just a bit.
The camera rolls, the door swings wide,
Their eyes pop out, no place to hide.
“Oh, bugger me!” cries Keir with dread,
As Macron stuffs the goods in his thread.
(Chorus)
Oh, the powder pockets polka, what a sight to see!
Merz grabs the spoon, Macron’s got the key.
Starmer’s frozen, looking like a deer,
Caught in the act with a lens too near!
It’s the powder pockets polka, dance it quick, my friends,
Hide the stash before the headline trends!
With a wink and a grin, they’re off to sin,
In the cocaine carouse where the leaders spin!
(Verse 2)
Merz, he fumbles, spoon in hand,
Like a kid caught raiding the biscuit tin.
Macron’s pocket’s now a contraband land,
While Keir just prays it don’t begin.
The bag’s not sugar, that’s for sure,
Nor talcum for a diplomat’s allure.
They giggle, squirm, with guilty stares,
As the camera catches their derrieres.
(Chorus)
Oh, the powder pockets polka, what a sight to see!
Merz grabs the spoon, Macron’s got the key.
Starmer’s sweating, wishing he could flee,
Caught in the glare of the BBC!
It’s the powder pockets polka, shimmy left and right,
Snort the scandal in the dead of night!
With a sniff and a shrug, they’re high as a rug,
In the VIP lounge of the Kyiv drug jug!
(Bridge)
Now the tabloids scream, “What’s in the bag?”
Was it coke or just a powdered gag?
French press swears it’s just a hanky, mate,
But those “oh shit” faces sealed their fate!
From Kyiv’s talks to a viral clip,
Their reputations take a nosedive dip.
Yet they dance on, these lords of state,
With a toot-toot-toot and a snowy plate!
(Verse 3)
Starmer mumbles, “It’s not my scene!”
While Merz polishes the spoon so clean.
Macron winks, says, “C’est la vie, mes amis,
Let’s party like it’s Paris ’93!”
The train keeps rolling, the scandal grows,
As X lights up with memes and prose.
Three kings of Europe, caught in a jam,
Doing the polka with a gram-gram-gram!
(Chorus)
Oh, the powder pockets polka, what a sight to see!
Merz grabs the spoon, Macron’s got the key.
Starmer’s panicking, no dignity!
Busted on film for the world to glee!
It’s the powder pockets polka, twirl it fast and loose,
Hide the evidence, there’s no excuse!
With a snort and a laugh, they’re on the gaff,
Ruling the world with a powdery staff!
(Outro)
So here’s to the lads, with their sneaky hands,
Leading the free world in snowy lands.
When cameras crash your secret bash,
You dance the polka with a guilty stash!
From Kyiv to X, the tale will roam,
Of three fine gents and their powdery home.
Next time, mates, lock the bloody door,
Or the powder polka’s your folklore!