Dicktatorship

The New South Wales Right

Have cocks like mastodons -

There's number crunching men

Like Graham Richardson;

Those smoky backroom boys

Can perform in the sack:

Power is the greatest

Known aphrodisiac.

Was he or was he not

A lady killing man,

That pimply kid at school

Whose name was Neville Wran?

There at the high school dance

The girls all pass him by -

Oh, it's a lonely life

For Balmain boys who cry.

Pre- depression days,

Who most wanted a bang?

Some desperate driven git;

Yes! Little Jackie Lang -

And sitting at his feet,

Paul Keating! Who've guessed

He'd enter Parliament,

Then an airline hostess?

Leaders of the future,

Men who lust for power,

Today at the disco

Are timid wall flowers.

Why enter into girls

You cannot seem to get

When you and your mates can

Enter cabinet?

When you can be P.M.

Why care for P.M.T.?

You don't run after cunt

When you run the country.

Liberal power brokers

Are just a bunch of turds:

Everybody knows that

The rich guys pull the birds.

You show me a hero

That can lead the nation,

I'll show you a case of

Sexual deprivation.

And every single male

Is constantly aware

That there is a tyrant

Deep in his underwear.

Absolute power can

Corrupt absolutely;

So can the desire

For physical beauty.

General erections

Vote parliaments of fools -

Behind democracy

A dicktatorship rules.