Yes, attention Red Tories! You don't want to end up miming like John Redwood and becoming a clip to be laughed at on Have I Got News For You do you?
Of course you don't!
So here's your chance to learn the lyrics to The Labour Party Anthem...
If you intend to stay in the party you hijacked back in the '90s, dragging it into the middle ground (where people get run over, as Nye Bevan once said. What do you mean, 'Nye who?', Aw bless your ignorant prawn sandwich munching middle class souls) I suggest you learn this now, and learn it well.
Written by Irish political activist Jim Connell in the 1800s, it's the anthem of what you claim to be your party. If you don't know it, then you really have to question yourself. Especially in light of your bleating and snobbish slights that the current support Jeremy Corbyn has inspired is not Labour at heart.
The People's Flag is deepest red,
It shrouded oft our martyred dead,
And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold,
Their hearts' blood dyed its every fold.
Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Beneath its shade we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
Look round, the Frenchman loves its blaze,
The sturdy German chants its praise,
In Moscow's vaults its hymns were sung
Chicago swells the surging throng.
It waved above our infant might,
When all ahead seemed dark as night;
It witnessed many a deed and vow,
We must not change its colour now.
It well recalls the triumphs past,
It gives the hope of peace at last;
The banner bright, the symbol plain,
Of human right and human gain.
It suits today the weak and base,
Whose minds are fixed on pelf and place
To cringe before the rich man's frown,
And haul the sacred emblem down.
With head uncovered swear we all
To bear it onward till we fall;
Come dungeons dark or gallows grim,
This song shall be our parting hymn.