As (sort of) promised.

Dying Treasurer
John Dengate

Tune: Dying Stockman

A Federal Treasurer lay dying,
His budget supporting his head.
The cabinet stood plausibly lying
As he raised on his elbow and said -
        Wrap me up in my jiggery-pokery,
        Wrap me round in my legerdemain.
        Bury me deep in the rhetoric
        Right next to the monetary drain.

There's booze in the cut-glass decanter,
Place the tumblers all in a row
And toast more and more unemployment -
May the total continue to grow.
        Wrap me up in my jiggery-pokery,
        Wrap me round in my legerdemain.
        Bury me deep in the rhetoric
        Right next to the monetary drain.

Cut down the consumer price index
Put wages and salaries on ice.
Lock up one or two union leaders
To help me attain paradise.
        Wrap me up in my jiggery-pokery,
        Wrap me round in my legerdemain.
        Bury me deep in the rhetoric
        Right next to the monetary drain.

Oh, had I the flight of a bronze-wing
Instead of a blind silver-tail
I'd fly in the face of all reason
And I'd write my last Budget in Braille.
        Wrap me up in my jiggery-pokery,
        Wrap me round in my legerdemain.
        Bury me deep in the rhetoric
        Right next to the monetary drain.

Alternate last verse:

Oh, had I the flight of an emu,
I'd desperately run round and round,
And try to soar into the sunset
And never get up off the ground.

The last verse is a doozy, considering that emus don't fly.