This is to the tune of Come Together, by Lennon and McCartney.  It’s a heartfelt reminder that, while every Liberal government deserves mockery and derision, there’s still a more important response, and that is, in the words of my heroes The Spooky Men, to vote the bastards out.

March 2021

Here come old Slo-Mo
He don’t carry no hose, no
He go handin’ out tax breaks
He one holy roller
He stretch out beneath Hawaiian skies
Don’t expect a leader, he’s the cold compromise

Here come old Christian
He love massed debating
He give girls a rating
He don’t read no report
He say, I got dreams, and I got plans
All of this blow over, I may still be the man

Stick the bastards, right now, in the sack.

Mister Potato
He not welcome in Bilo
He love foreign au pairs though
He give Voldemort stares though
He got friends say he fair but tough
Lots of friends he got but when it count not enough

Stick the bastards, right now, in the sack.

So many bastards
You can hate them easy
They all make you queasy
Greedy, seedy and sleazy
But there’s more bad than two or three
Every one is rotten, time to set them all free

Stick the bastards, right now, in the sack.

Stick the bastards, yeah
Stick the bastards, yeah
Stick the bastards, yeah
Stick the bastards, yeah
In the sack now, yeah
In the sack now, yeah
In the sack now, yeah
In the sack now, yeah
Stick the bastards, yeah
In the sack now, yeah