I love a sunburnt country
A land of sweeping plains
Where the only thing you cannot be
Is someone with a brain
Paul Keating could well be wrong
But that's not where he erred
How dare he just come along
And call a turd a turd?

It ain't just the fucking sheep
That do the fucking bleating
There's seventeen million Australians
And only one Paul Keating

Well the future is a road too long
To ever really harrass us
We drive past Paul hitch-hiking on
The freeway to Damascus
Look at the woggy suits he's got on
He probably drinks light
It's not that we knew he was wrong
But that he knew he was right

Paul's the man to call the charge
That sets us all retreating
There's seventeen million Australians
And only one Paul Keating

Paul is dead

Australia's heart is a living room
It's all a Ford Cortina
It needs an intellectual vacuum
To take it to the cleaner
To do the job, it's Paul for mine
When we realise we blundered
The day we wake up to find out
That he had us all outnumbered

That little black duck will give us all
A well-deserved fist-beating
There's seventeen million Australians
And only one Paul Keating

Paul is dead

Australia's sons, let us rejoice
For we are young and free
That means we have the right to choice
An' give the arse to old Pauly
Advance Australia Fucking Fair
This nation we love proud, oh
Let's forget Paul, we'll all be there
To put blood on the fucking wattle

Let's have an election here and now, hey
Someone has been cheating
There's seventeen million Australians
Only one vote for Paul Keating

Paul is dead
Paul is dead (I buried Paul)

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