There are surges at the station
For word has got around
That someone thinks powers fit to privatise
Pyremmia Eyemmia and his mate Too Mucha Costa
Theyre in this plot up to their scheming eyes
@poetry = Pyremmia Eyemmia? Yes the man from Snowjob River
Torrents of it flow each time he speaks
With Treasury boffins greedier
Time to confuse the media
Hoodwink the public with selective leaks
@poetry = At Wang, Liddell and Piper
They must outwit the viper
Essential service! Keep in public hands!
Organise dont falter
This program must be altered
Dont govern just for corporate demands!
@poetry = But Fancy Pants the Overpaid is here to lend a hand
Hes been at public-private gigs before
When our Premier hankers
After deals with
merchant bankers
The public purse is set to end up poor
@poetry = And now the lights are dimming
With all this budget-trimming,
The man from Snow-jobs blackout-prone this hour.
Hes kept the Flintstones shelfbound
Along with all my other Dee-vee-dees
Cant watch a thing when theres no power!
@poetry = Eyemmia and Costa
Theyll both be on a roster
To meet the Pope in Sydney before long
Spare diesel generation
Could have an application
When the Pope turns on his mike to wow the throng
@poetry = But Murphys Laws disruption
A big power interruption!
When the Pontiff lands at Mascot wait and see
Hell drop and smooch the ashphalt
Then say some words quite heartfelt:
Oh Sydneys full of candles just for me!
@poetry = But the pollies are still wheeling
Theyre ducking and theyre dealing
However it turns out therell be no pride
In Pyremmia Eyemmia
And his private power dylemmia
As the shock-jocks note the thickness of his hide!
@auth poem = Don Morison,
http://unionsong.com