Aiiigh'. It is elecshun time, an' there is no way dat sweaty Tony
Blair, nor 'is bald rivahl, William 'ague, is gonna steal me thunda.
Anyway, Billy, he be too fazed with fightin' wid 'is ad agency,
I, Ali Green (Keith to me mates), de well-known purveyor of all tings
green (but mos'ly grass), 'ave bin roped in to 'elp out de phat lady
from de Green Party to win 'er place in Pahlimen'.
Dis Anna B, who be from Befnal Green (big up de Eas' London masseve), be
much betta lookin' dan Anne Widdecum (urgh). But not Jordan, who be also
tryin' 'er 'and at dis MP lark. Stick to melons, ah mean, modellin'.
And what about tha' UK Independence - whass dat all abou' den? I is
shakin' in me Tommys.
I 'ave bin chosen becuz - apar' from me main man Ali G bein' the numba
one choice for Priiime Ministerr for Bri'ish yoof (bo!) - I am de only
way dem Greenies can get dem 18 to 30-year-ol' apafetic younstas to dem
I is gonna be even more famous dan what Ali is! An' no amoun' of egg
throwin' or massive telly ads is gonna put de opposishun in de house
above m'laydee Anna B.