Lapdog doesn't like Tony, of that we know well
Lappy thinks that Malcolm would do the job swell
But we all know better, for Malcolm had his chance
And Godwin Gretch made poor old Malcolm dance
For someone so clever, someone so smart
Malcolm was fooled, and his career fell apart
And now he's on the outer, looking a bit silly
Unless he goes back to Labor, and takes the job from Billy
For that is the secret dream, of those that follow Labor
They are looking for the Messiah, someone to be their savior
It's not Albo, Shorten, or Tanya that they want to lead them on
His name is Malcolm, Malcolm, Malcolm, give him the gong.
