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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 Chorus It's a federal two-ring circus It's called democracy Two hundred clowns, a dour MC And the queen's well-heeled G-GI'm women's advisor To the cabinet portfolios And every week I keep well-briefed At tea with Ms Buttrose Unemployment's falling We look to better days Because women in the workforce Letras de cancionesAre just a passing phase Let's get back to basics Experience has shown The heart is by the hearth A woman's place is in the home Chorus 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 Chorus From Letras Mania