Crikey the power bills come in,
And I’ve nearly just passed out...
It’s the highest that I have seen
With out a bloody doubt...
I blame those flamin kids,
With the air con and them lights...
They must be the culprits,
Who have given me this fright...
The water bill is here too,
And it's only getting worse...
As I fill up the family car,
I start to swear and I curse...
Those mongrels who govern,
Have surely lost the plot...
What were they all thinking,
They must be smoking pot...
They make it damn too hard,
For all us Aussie folk...
The battlers are a hurting,
Do they think it’s a bloody joke...
We’re all struggling here,
And it’s not an easy feat..
As we give up on all our dreams,
Just to try and make ends meet...
I might as well throw in the towel,
And head off to the back of Bourke...
Go seek some asylum,
Now that’s not a bad old lurk...
With 3 meals a day,
And a roof over your head...
You can set fire to the place,
And nothing is ever said...
So I call out to our leaders,
To rethink the battlers plight...
As this nation of ours is hurting,
Take a stand and let's unite...
Len Newey 25/03/2011