Hey, I’m MC Dougall - and this is my song
I got a little story and it won’t take long
’bout state politics - ’n’ all the parly hacks
They don’t do much ’cept yakkety yak
There’s hard hat Anna – she makes the loudest clatter
They call her Violet Crumble, she’s a mad as a hatter
She's not a fixer, it’s how things shatter that matter
She’s busy building bridges but not for the boaters
Roadways are her way, of wooing swinging voters
“Pick me, pick me
“I'm the only one
“I’m the woman in charge - I get the job done
“I wake up beside my mirror and what do I see
“It’s a toothy grinner, a dead-set winner, lookin’ back at me.”
Bright skirts and white teeth and always tossled hair
But does she care, does she care
does she care about us, those who take the bus
Nah uh, no way
No mother uh-uh way does she listen at all
“I know you all love me, can’t you just see
I'm the happenin’ thang, Miss Pop-ularity”
Anna Bligh speaks about the Opposition Leader
But recent polls show - this just ain’t the case
Percentages are plummeting, the voters got a fright
They can only see a tunnel at end of the light.
She don’t seem to have no rea-lis-ation
We don’t want our assets,
goin’ to privat-isation
We’re sick of all her schemin’
So tell her that she’s dreamin’
Tell her - she’s - dreamin’!
yee har, giddy up, and yippee-io
let’s get taken for a ride
Time to move on to the redneck side
The opposition’s clawed some yards in the race.
How the uh I don’t really know
’cos they’re a bunch of hicks, no punch, no show.
Soft cock conservatives not up to the job
Who’s in charge?
Who’s leading this mob?
They haven’t had a leader since they dumped old Bob
JPL and the LNP?
Does it ring bell for you?
Just hits a thumb for me!
Used to be Liberals and Nationals, then they got the urge
To make a stand, shake hands and have a peaceful merge
But do they be-lieve, that we can't really tell
Just who remains a National and who is Lib-er-al
John Paul Langbroek
Langbroek’s a dentist, from down here in Paradise
He grooms his hair … and he scrubs up sorta nice
But John Paul’s just a puppet, he ain’t got no class
Got someone else’s hand stuck, fair up his arse
Those who call the shots, are the back room snots
Blokes that hide their faces, who make others talk their talk
’Cos they ain’t got the guts - or the balls to walk the walk
The deputy is Larry, he used to be the boss
Now he’s been demoted, some regret the loss
Some lefty liberal folk wanna give the girls a whirl
Fiona or Rosemary, all colours and curls
But old and tired Tories will have none o’ that stuff
The only see women as a bit of after-hours fluff
They’ll never win our gratitude until they get some attitude
If they really wanna take on, the Labor wench
They gotta get some mongrels, back on the bench
Blokes who kick and punch, not afraid to me a meany
Like Hobbsy from the backblocks
or his bush mate Jeffrey Seeney.
Jeff Seeney lets loose
But these crazy days, through the maze and haze
It’s the name of the game that the parties look the same
Full of piss and wind and promises
the last two they’re always breakin’
The trouble that we’re facin’ - is of our own makin’
We got to get ourselves together, and do some poll-booth shakin’
Let’s show ’em we’re the bosses, inflict some serious losses
Vote in some brand new can-didates
Not the ones who are old party mates
Who’ll jump right in, not hesitate
Stand up, take charge, show the world at large
That life can once again be really great
In once what was the hap-py state
Where the sun shone bright on beaches and grasses
Instead of out of poli-ticians arses.
QUEENSLANDER - QUEENSLANDER
© eoin macdhugail Feb 2010