TISM
The Ballad of Paul Keating
I love a sunburnt country
A land of sweeping plains -
Where the only thing you cannot be
Is someone with a brain
Paul Keating could well be wrong
But that's not where he erred

How dare he just come along
And call a turd a turd?
It ain't just the fucking sheep
That do the fucking bleating -
There's seventeen million Australians
And only one Paul Keating

Well the future is a road too long
To ever really harass us
We'll drive past Paul hitch hiking on
The freeway to Damascus
Look at the woggy suit he's got on;
He probably drinks light
It's not that we knew he was wrong
But that he knew he was right

Paul's the man to call the charge
That gets us all retreating
There's sixteen million Australians
And only one Paul Keating
Paul is dead

Australia's heart is a living room
It's soul a Ford Cortina
It needs an intellectual vacuum
To take it to the cleaner
To do the job, it's Paul for mine
When we realise we'd blundered
The day we wake up to find
He had us all out numbered

That little black duck will give us all
A well deserved fist beating
There's seventeen million Australians
And only one Paul Keating

Paul is dead
Paul is dead
Paul is dead
Paul is dead

Australia's sons let us rejoice
For we are young and free
That means we have the right to choice -
And give the arse to old Paulie
Advance Australia fucking fair
This nation we love proud all
Let's forget Paul, we'll all be there
To put blood on the fucking wattle
Let's have an election here and now:
Hey, someone has been cheating!
There's seventeen million Australians
And only one vote for Paul Keating

Paul is dead
Paul is dead
Paul is dead
Paul is dead
Paul is dead
Paul is dead
Paul is dead
Paul is dead
Paul is dead. - I buried Paul
Paul is dead. - I buried Paul
Paul is dead. - I buried Paul
I buried Paul