Bash This Up Your Ginger

Don't you wish a comet

Would forget Jupiter,

And try for the jackpot

And hit us instead?

We would all be cactus,

But there is a bright spot:

At least we'd die knowing

Doug Mulray was dead.

Poor old Tony Modra,

He's an alchohlic

(At least that's the rumour -

Here's another one:

I also heard that prick

Alan Bond got pack raped;

If humans were destroyed,

Thank God that's been done.)

Back to Tony Modra -

He'd be off the bottle

Just about forever

If we're blown to bits;

We'd never have to hear

Workcare advertising:

We could sing: "It's working"

As the fucker hits.

Celestial bodies,

Time to do your duty:

Knock this stinking planet

For a stinking six.

You will hear me sreaming,

"Yeah, you fucking beauty:

Humans are all arseholes,

Except for the pricks."