It would be nice if the upcoming Federal election could deliver us one gift at least: the ejection from politics of one Peter “Joe Goebbels” Dutton, Minister for Death Camps. This is written in anticipation of that joyous delivery. The tune is Roxanne, by The Police.

April 2019

Spud Man
You won’t have to put on that neck tie
Your time is over
You won’t have to stand up on your hind feet and lie
Spud Man
You won’t have to send those kids away
Sentenced and deported
You don’t care that it’s wrong, it feels so right

Spud Man
You won’t have to put on that neck tie
Spud Man
You won’t have to put on that neck tie

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Spud–

You loved it since you started
You’ve always been cold-hearted
Get your jollies making people cry
There’s a name for what you really are
But now the game is ending
No chance of you defending
Told you once, need not tell you again
It’s your last day

Spud Man
You don’t have to put on neck tie
Spud Man
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