Throwing the Jowell In

People are fickle
One day you're flavor of the week, the next you're not
They've no discernment
One day they want their water cold, and then they want it hot
It isn't any fault of yours
It's nothing that you've done
But jobs like yours aren't easy
And they stop being so fun
You're bound to start feeling threatened
In your vulnerable place
And you might be tempted to back out
If only to save your face
But just cause each time your foul's been fair
Your fair has turned out foul
You mustn't think it's a reason
To start throwing in the towel
To be an athlete you must run the whole damn track
There might be hurdles but you jump them, not turn back
If you want to keep your job you'll need to fight some wars
But if you run until you've won, the Olympic games are yours
Sorry, I'm mixing my metaphors
You're trapped on all sides by people who can't wait to be unkind
Those bastards are gonna wear you down
The minute you let them grind
That's not an excuse for burying your head inside a cowl
You've got a long way to go before throwing in the towel
I didn't get where I have got myself today
By meekly standing still or worse, running away
Though I'm not as beautiful as some would say I'm thick
It isn't what you've got that counts
It's about how hard, how hard you kick
When everything's wrong it's tempting to just stand around and scowl
But don't hide inside a muddy hole you've dug yourself with a trowel
Listen to me, take a lead from the book of Tessa Jowell
You haven't got any reason to start throwing in the towel