Here's my go (with alittle help from Trevor Lucas)

Two thousand and eight was the year I remember so well
they put my father in an early grave and slung my mother in gaol
now I don't know whats right or wrong
but they hung Cuddles on nails
6 kids at home & 2 still on the breast
they wouldn't even give her bail

CHORUS:

Poor Cuddles, you're better off deadat least you'll get some peace of mind
you're out on the track
they're right on your back
boy they're gonna hang you high

You'll need to put a few English placenames in the next verse in place of all the Australian ones.