Oh Gillian Mckeith,
What are you doing on I'm a celebrity,
I sit and watch in disbelief,
At you passing out on the ground every night on itv,

Well Gilly use to say she's a doctor,
But she don't have a phd,
Apparently now she's a celebrity,
But she's never been in heat magazine,

Well clearly I'm wrong you see the way she's in the jungle,
Well recently for Gillian she's been having a bit of trouble,

Oh Gilly, why you being silly,
I wouldn't have the balti if I didn't like Chile,
So why do you go and do it
Everybody must of told you,
Don't go on the program if you have all kinds of phobias,

Oh Mrs Mckeith,
Your not gonna get any relief,
Because the public seen like causing grief,
So the fainting only gonna increase,

Maybe it's because you lied about being a doctor,
Maybe it's because you don't like eating chocolate,
Maybe it's because of your obsession with Poo,
Maybe it's because you look a bit like a Goose,

Maybe it's because your pissing people off,
Pretending to fall over overtime you see a wasp,
I don't denie it must be hard,
The tasks they do look tricky,
But can't you tackle them bait more like that Linford Christie,

Oh Gilly,
Why you been so silly,
I wouldn't have a balti if I didn't like Chile,
So why do you go and do it,
Surly everybody told you

Don't go on that program,
If you've got Arachnophobia,
Oh Gillian,
Why are you such a sillian,
First of all you must be getting paid about a million,

You must have seen the show before,
With your eyes so reptilian,
So I have no sympathy,
You've made yourself in to a villain,

Oh Gillian… Mckeith