At a time when, yet again, the newspapers and media are making the news instead of reporting the news, this song from Billy Bragg seems very topical.

Someone's hiding in the bushes with a telephoto lens
While their editor assures them, the means justify the ends,
Because we only hunt celebrities and it's just a bit of fun
But the Scousers never buy the Sun.

Just reach out your hand [and] I will pull you through
[And] at the other end I'll be waiting there for you.
You are not alone; you are not alone,
If there's anything that I can do.

Well well well, oh well.
Well well well, oh well.

I took my loved one out to dinner,
So we could get a bite to eat,
And though we both had been much thinner,
She looked so beautiful I could eat her.
Well well well, oh well...

Pressure pushing down on me,
Pressing down on you. No man asks for.
Under pressure that burns a building down,
Splits a family in two,
Puts people on streets.

I am the very model of a modern major-general,
I've information vegetable, animal and mineral,
I know the kings of England and I quote the fights historical,
From Marathon to Waterloo in order categorical.

I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical,
I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical,
About binomial theorem, I'm teeming with a lot o' news --

A lot o' news -- Got it!
*With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse.

Repeat*

Maybe I didn't treat you
Quite as good as I should have.
Maybe I didn't love you
Quite as often as I could have.
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time,
But you were always on my mind.
You were always on my mind.