[With apologies to Tracey Thorn and Ben Watt]

I step into Hansard
I’m wonking down your street again
And past your door, but you don’t live there anymore
It’s two years since you were in the manifesto
And now you’ve disappeared somewhere, like outer space
They’ve found some ‘alternative legislative vehicles’

And I miss you, like the workers miss their rights
And I miss you, like the workers miss their rights

Could you be dead?
You always were going to be a very big Bill
We’d try to amend you while you would run
We looked at their ‘in due courses’
And their ‘when parliamentary time allows’
Where we always wanted to be

And I miss you (like the workers miss their rights)
And I miss you (like the workers miss their rights)

But now they will only ‘outline employment measures’
Or ‘reforms to our employment framework’
And Kwasi Kwarteng has said
There will be No Big Bus
You’re long gone, but I can’t move on

And I miss you (like the workers miss their rights)
And I miss you, yeah (like the workers miss their rights)
And I miss you