How else explain that man in Cohen’s suit

I eat my egg and chips  whilst  wise men  frown
They give advice and rush to  bring me down
An Oxbridge educated woman  can’t eat fries
So in McDonalds ,they have placed their spies

How else explain that man in Cohen’s suit
And on his feet, black polished Chelsea boots?
Such men would eat in foreign Restaurants
Not linger in Mc Donald’s penitent

Yes, all these people here  must be sent as   spies
From Oxford,Cambridge, even MI 5.
Yet I do not abandon my fried bread
Despite the Quantum Theory  wandering in my head

It’s probable that they are   eying me
Come ,thou loon , Len wants a cup of  tea