There are a few young fellas,
Who like to work up top
They are called the Milly’s,
Those bastards never stop
Twenty four hours a day,
Sunrise until sunset
Churning away at the ore,
Until the targets are all met
Some joker runs the show,
Who likes to crack the whip
If the grade gets too low,
He drops his bottom lip
Those mongrels from underground,
Are playing with their dicks!
We need much better grade,
To make more golden bricks
I’m off to get results,
And speak with the boss man
But it was to no avail,
We need a master plan!
So we’ll truck a load of dirt,
From the other side of town
We will all be heroes,
And I’ll get to wear that crown!
But the news had traveled quickly
The rumours were running thick
The underground boys all shouted,
“Those slimy bloody pricks!”
We can win this damn race,
Let's shit in all the ore
I know that is going,
To even up the score
As the dirt hits the top,
It bogs down the belts
The flies were ferocious,
And the ball mill starts to melt
But strange things started happening
A miracle of events
The grade went through the roof,
And those gold bars soon were sent
They partied through the night,
Brothers one and all
Let’s get the bastard out,
Before the bloody prices fall
So that is the little secret ,
And why Osborne was a hit
All the profits that came out of here,
Were purely based on shit !
Len Newey