Captain Cook landed on our shores; his sailors had a swim

He never even thought about the third millennium

A long way back when Phillip ruled, although quite mesmerised

He kept the country going forward to get it colonised

It wasn't long before some men thought there was something more

And used their natural instincts to go yonder and explore

The country was producing goods for our growing Nation

The next step was to join the states, then came Federation

They advocated for some things to fix economy

And then stuffed up the employment with this redundancy

Now we all are forced to use this lingo, climbing trees with no limbs

With GST and BAS, they call 'em acronyms

And when we have a good long look at our fledging Nation

Our leaders quickly point the blame to globalisation

Now, bugger me, we're swallowed up by this latest vulture

The GST is the subject of this here little rhyme

It starts the first day of July - just over nine weeks time

There's a great deal of confusion in the community

It is hard to find the answers to problems that there'll be

This new scheme was concocted by the so called bureaucrats

To make the Nation pay on speck, updating finance stats

Now, some will find it very hard - look at Ray Essery

He might be the Mullumbimby Bloke but can only count to three

It was to be a simple task, to add on ten percent,

But they got rid of one cent coins, I wonder where they went

A beer at a dollar eighty, goes up by eighteen neat

And to pay with our currency, it sort of has me beat

Do we take it back to zero or up to the next five

And keep account of credit due the whole time we're alive

Chewing gum at sixty cents, again this here odd cent

A pencil to write all this down - deduct this cost as spent

I've written over half a page, just trying to get set

Tenterfield was self supporting once, with factories of every kind

Disputes settled out the back - if you had an axe to grind

A lethal word was dormant - then politicians dug it up

If you hear me, 'Peter Jeffery, as our mayor, help us please!'

To stop these stupid bureaucrats who have brought us to our knees

I can only speak of recent years - that's enough to see

The very disappearance of our own e-lec-tric-ity

They stopped the local butchers from killing their own choice meats

Then blow me if the dairymen were barred from pulling teats

I've an idea what you're thinking - in this day and age you're right

When the chips are down and sinking - you hold your ground and fight

When opponent is unemployment - inflation tests your wits

Southpaw or wild slogger, you can't get decent hits

But such is life's misfortune - it can change just in a flash