When it comes to Albo, I suspect he has succumbed to the truism:-
The working class can kiss my arse,
I’ve got the foreman’s job at last.
You can tell old Joe I’m off the dole
He can stick his Red Flag up his 'ole.
Then raise the Workers’ Bomb on high!
Beneath its shroud we’ll gladly die!
Though all our critics do shout “Balls!”
They’ll be beneath it when it falls!
