Yes, the New South Wales Right have cocks like mastodons
There's number-crunching men like Graham Richardson
Those smoky backroom boys can't perform in the sack
Power is the greatest known aphrodisiac, yeah

Was or was he not a lady-killing man?
That pimply kid at school, his name was Neville Wran
There at the high school dance the girls all pass him by
It's a lonely life for Balmain boys who cry, yeah

Well, our pre-Depression dames all most wanted to bang
Some desperate driven git - yes, little Jackie Lang
Sitting at his feet, Paul Keating - who'd've guessed
He'd enter Parliament then an airline hostess? - yeah, oh yeah

Well, leaders of the future, men who lust for power
Today at the disco are timid wallflowers
Why enter into girls? You cannot seem to get
When you and your mates can't enter Cabinet, yeah

You can be PM, why care for PMT?
You don't run after cunt when you run the country
Liberal power-brokers are just a bunch of turds
Everybody knows them rich guys pull the birds, yeah

You show me a hero who can lead the nation
I'll show you a case of sexual deprivation
Every single male is constantly aware
There is a tyrant deep, deep, deep in his underwear

Yes, absolute power can corrupt absolutely
And so can the desire for physical beauty
General erections vote parliaments of fools
Behind democracy a dicktatorship rules, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah, yeah

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