Paul Keating
em = By Denis Kevans
You bignoted on Mabo
I thought you were sincere,
But what do I find
when I peer in your mind
At the turning of the year?
A little mechanical masterpiece,
With insects striking the gong,
Fiddling, faddling, fadoodling,
Kicking your brain-box along.
Hey, man, you gave us Mabo,
You said it was sacred land.
Hey, throw it in the garbo,
You've got a chain saw in your hand.
A chain saw only Man can make,
That tears and grinds and tortures,
That slaughters the love
in a tree's deep breast,
Hey, look what Paul has bought yez!
I thought you were fair dinkum,
Is there anything you understand?
When you desecrate a vow,
and you allow
Woodchippers in our land.