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Thread #106533 Message #2209679
Posted By: rich-joy
06-Dec-07 - 03:28 AM
Thread Name: BS: Oz Prime Minister loses seat in election
Subject: RE: BS: Oz Prime Minister loses seat in election
Just received this latest from Dale Dengate (esteemed wife of afore-mentioned Oz icon, John!) :
MAXINE, THE MAGNIFICENT TUNE: Men of Harlech.
Maxine Mc Kew you are saluted That's a fact that's undisputed. Howard's career you really rooted – That is worth a song. Maxine, you are blithe and bonny; What a job you did on Johnny After all the years, he's gone, he's gone, he Lost in Benelong.
Chorus repeated as coda at end Howard, the little, Nero, Fell before our hero Liberals wept when in you swept And now our ranks are wallowing in beer, oh, Maxine, where have you been? Thank heavens you at last came on the scene, Oh, how the Torries vent their spleen – They're down where they belong!
Johnny's ego you've deflated How we cheered and celebrated Such excitement you've created – Maxine, you're the one! Pour the beer, uncork the wine, On porterhouse and spuds we'll dine For not since 1929 Has such a thing been done.
Maxine, you're a wonder, A legend now down under The odious pong in Benelong Is buried underneath the town rotunda. Since you powered over Howard Christmas bush has bloomed and gardens flowered- Liberals hid in holes and cowered; Right wins over wrong!
c. JOHN DENGATE November, 2007
Apparently Dale's corrected some typos from the original version, so I'll re-post this one :
ADIEU JOHN TUNE: Cockles and Mussels
First verse and chorus: H e lost the election, he suffered rejection The polling booths ran with the Liberals' blood His grip has been broken, the people have spoken So cry, John, good bye, John… We'll try Kevin Rudd.
As fast as you please, John, hand over the keys, John, Be on your way and don't loiter my son. Off through the back gate, for you've got the sack, mate… Adieu, John, shoot through, John, Your day it is done.
Your ego's diminished, your tenure is finished So best find a pub and sneak in and get pissed. Drink yourself silly far from Kirribilli – Yes sob, John, your job's gone And you won't be missed.
You cheated and blustered, you could not be trusted You pushed us too far with your devious lies, You're finished, you're dead , mate, so cover your head, mate Go, John, lie low, John Assume a disguise.
H e lost the election, he suffered rejection The polling booths ran with the Liberals' blood His grip has been broken, the people have spoken So cry, John, good bye, John… We'll try Kevin Rudd.