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!"