It was to seer the thought it came That Labor folk were just fair game And so it was to the quill he went With rhyme and rhythm To air - To vent
By sticking it to those of us Who know in whom We should put our trust Not Tony please To Tony: NO! In that direction we won't go!
For after all It just not fair To be like Libs Who just don't care And you well know (Or maybe not) That tis we it is Who must stop the rot
But to some the story It won't come They sing and dance And try to hum Try to hum that is Along with seer Who cannot see Beyond his ear
Pretend they do Amid acclaims galore That Seer really knows the score That twixt words that rhyme The truth will come And then it is You'll know the sum
Know the sum that is That will make our day Then we will sing and dance And make you pay For taking from us what is ours You know what it is It's the reins of the powers!! For tis we it is Who have the right to rule If you think not Then you are but a fool
But let us face The facts remain Tis the numbers mateys That rule the game It's to the numbers that we point What's more with cheer When reading rhyme The rhyme from seer
And so to Sypa Trendee et al - To sprink It's to them we have a parting drink And when they go We can only hope That finally they'll get off the dope.
