someone s hiding in the bushes with a telephoto lens while their editor assures them the means justifies the ends because we only hunt celebrities it s just a bit of fun but scousers never buy the sun while the parents of the missing girl cling desparately to hope a copper takes improper payments in a thick brown envelope and no one in the newsroom asks where s this headline from scousers never buy the sun tabloids make their money betting bullshit baffles brains they cynically hold up their hands if anyone complains and they say look all we re doing is giving people what they want well they re crying out for justice people crying out for justice and the man they call the digger who casts a proprietory eye over what happens in the gutter and goes on in the sky and he claims he s fit and proper and the watchdog sings his song scousers never buy the sun international executives they hang their head in shame and tell us with their hands on heart that the paper boy s to blame but you who love that kiss and tell you must bear some guilt as well scousers never buy the sun tabloids making millions betting bullshit baffles brains they cynically hold up their hands if anyone complains and they say all we re doing is giving people what they want well they re crying out for justice people crying out for justice in the corridors of power they all sit down to sup with the devil and his minions and they ask for his opinions and the politicians they wring their hands and cry what s to be done and scousers never buy the sun no one comes out looking good when all is said and done the scousers never buy the sun