I've held the seat of Bong-Bong now Since 1963 With a well-oiled tongue, a makeup man And prime time ABC I used to be an auctioneer There's not much difference A haze of finance doctoring And verbal flatulence Electioneering's such a bore Three months of bending ears Thank Christ I only see you yobbos Once every three years It's a federal two-ring circus It's called democracy Two hundred clowns, a dour MC And the queen's well-heeled G-G I'm women's advisor To the cabinet portfolios And every week I keep well-briefed At tea with Ms. bu*trose Unemployment's falling We look to better days Because women in the workforce Are just a pa**ing phase Let's get back to basics Experience has shown The heart is by the hearth A woman's place is in the home It's a federal two-ring circus It's called democracy Two hundred clowns, a dour MC And the queen's well-heeled G-G This is Sorry Folks in Canberra, The Shadow Minister For Industrial Segregation Mr. Pork The Lord High Chanchellor of the Hinterland Mr. Cheechock And the Leader of the alien democrats Mr. Hip were seen together today strolling together across Lake Burleigh Griffin Their new party is to be called the media mainline party And Mr. Hips suggestion of the slogan "Keep the customs honest" was adopted In other Canberra news, the governor general, attending a history teachers luncheon outlined for the benefit of those present a chapter in the glorious pages of his position: I'm a vestige of nobility Cognac and caviar Soires at the racetrack And oration jocular I had a dream that Constitutional crisis Loomed again The CIA and history Hailed the rigors of my pen But I'd had one too many gins How they groaned behind my back I signed the papers upside down And gave myself the sack It's a federal two-ring circus It's called democracy Two hundred clowns, a dour MC And the queen's well-heeled G-G