Macainsh Well, I was sitting in a bar in Adelaide, starin' at the barmaids tits When I overheard a conversation that really gave me the sh**s There was a cream shirted businessman shooting off his mouth to two of his safari jacket cronies I could not believe what was being discussed by those three straight laced phonies. They said this country is on the rocks, we gotta kick the commos out Not a day too soon or we'll all be doomed and our wives and kids will have the pox The dollars not worth the paper it's printed on, our stocks are droppin' like bricks The unions got the country by the balls, our morals have been hit for a six They moved the plastic plant over to the east, they're tryin' to keep the river clean What about our profit where's our incentive? What about the capitalist dream? Then all of a sudden three girls arrived promotin' some new cigarettes And headed for these three dead heads like my manager after his debts And soon these family men and these three girls who were young enough to be their daughters Got horny and headed off back to their motel leavin' me to sip my mineral water. These are the kinda guys when they were in school They'd punch a few longhairs, play the fool Now they're married settled down Wearin' cufflinks workin' downtown. Property developers management consultants, pyramid selling and all Two sets of books for these legal crooks and a company car at call Big business is getting to me, think I'll go on the dole Might have to find for something to eat but I won't have to search my soul. So everybody that's here tonight, be prepared to stay and fight 'Cause when the rich get richer and the poor stay poor, someone's gonna come poundin' on your door And it won't be the cops it'll be your friends and you're gonna have to stick by them till the end. So all you readers of the Toorak Times and connoisseurs of vintage wines Switch on your brains read between the lines, you don't have to pay those parkin' fines And for all you defenders of Peanut John who hang onto the past and hang onto your dough Your daughters are out at our rock'n'roll show 'cause it sure beats home when there's nowhere to go It sure beats home when there's nowhere to go It sure beats home when there's nowhere to go. So I'm in a bar in Adelaide and your somewhere out there Maybe you're laughing at me and my mates, well I'd think again before it's too late Maybe you're sick of message songs but that song ain't where the message belongs It belongs in your heart and in your hands 'Cause if it ain't then you're not a free man If it ain't then you're not a free man If it ain't then you're not a free man If it ain't then you're not a free man If it ain't then you're not a free man.