Mongrels I have met,
There have been many along the way...
Those whose job it is,
To bugger up your day...
There’s one they call the tax man,
This joker we all fear...
He doesn't show himself,
Until July of every year...
Another is the banker,
He rubs his hands with glee...
As he changes all the interest rates,
And adjusts his lending fee...
Those supermarket giants,
Should all be wearing masks...
As they all have robbed us blind,
In our household tasks...
Our prime minister,
And his den of thieves,
Who sting us with more taxes,
Before he quickly leaves...
It makes it hard,
For the aussie's out there...
As the daily struggle,
Which is a lot to bare...
So listen all you mongrels,
As word will travel fast...
You will be held accountable,
Your thieving ways won't last...
Len Newey 2014