The Mabo Song

The Mabo Song

A dialogue between a Political Leader and a Captain of Industry

By Dermot Dorgan

Mr Tim: "Oh Mr Hugh, oh Mr Hugh,

o really mean to you?

d one day?

ds away?

dole queue, Mr Hugh?"

Mr Hugh: "Oh Mr Tim, oh Mr Tim,

that happening is slim.

it's

profits."

Mr Tim: "Western Mining, Mr Hugh?"

Mr Hugh: "Absolutely, Mr Tim!"

H H H

Mr Hugh: "Oh Mr T., oh Mr T.,

e grasp of history, I can see,

o impart

eled cart

borigine!"

Mr Tim: "Oh Mr Hugh, oh Mr Hugh,

on the way I do:

otes

ots of votes."

Mr Hugh: "National Party, Mr Tim?"

Mr Tim: "Absolutely, Mr Hugh!"

H H H

Mr Tim: "Oh Mr Hugh, oh Mr Hugh,

of Mabo really true?

e Court

've bought

rom us, Mr Hugh?"

Mr Hugh: "Oh Mr Tim, oh Mr Tim,

suspect you're rather dim.

ged in here

r.

Mr Tim: "Scare them shitless, Mr Hugh?"

Mr Hugh: "Absolutely, Mr T.!"

H H H

Mr Hugh: "Oh Mr Tim, oh Mr Tim,

blacks will tear you limb from limb?

it bizarre,

one too far,

their achievements, Mr Tim."

Mr Tim: "Oh Mr Hugh, oh Mr Hugh,

s, what did they do?

a hut,

but..."

Mr Hugh: "You're a redneck, Mr Tim?"

Mr Tim: "Absolutely, Mr Hugh!"

H H H

Mr Tim: "Oh Mr Hugh, oh Mr Hugh,

ustralians, in your view?
Jack

nd black

ve us, Mr Hugh?"

Mr Hugh: "Oh Mr Tim, oh Mr Tim,

see it's pretty grim.

land,

demand

Mr Tim: "Jobs and income, Mr Hugh?"

Mr Hugh: "Proper health care, Mr Tim?"

Mr Tim: "Decent housing, Mr Hugh?"

Mr Hugh: "No harassment, Mr Tim?"

Mr Tim: "Longer lifespan, Mr Hugh?"

Mr Hugh: "Equal status, Mr Tim?"

Mr Tim: "Absolutely, Mr Hugh!"

Mr Hugh: "Absolutely, Mr Tim!"

From GLW issue 112