Why Me
Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 8:50 am
hot off the press.
Why Me
Its happened once, its happened twice,
and the third time never dead.
You can bet your bottom dollar,
because that's what Kevin said.
When Juliar sank the knife that day,
she thought that was the finish.
The job she done was terminal,
Kevins aspiration would diminish.
But Kev he was a fighting man,
and determined too unite.
The party that took him down,
were in for one almighty fight.
He planned his second coming,
like a fox would stalk his prey.
A rumour here, a rumour there,
He'd make that faggot pay.
Queen Juliar was on a victory roll,
her cabinet struggling to respond.
She was riding on Black Caviar,
and she knew she had them conned.
She'd whistle Dixie and they'd jump,
they were her puppets on a string.
Like a bunch of star struck hippies,
They'd bow when every bell would ring.
Well when Kevin spat the dummy,
it took them by surprise.
They had to sharpen up their swords
to cut through all the lies
Every name from out of Satan's book
was levelled at poor Kevin's head
If it wasn't there, they made it up
His persona flagged for dead.
Why me, said poor old Kevin?
I wouldn't hurt a fly.
Remember I was your leader once,
and made this nation cry.
It was me who, from all the leaders,
To the Koories said, I'm sorry.!
It was me who invented Global warming,
from the back of my mates lorry.
It was me who gave you pink bats,
to keep the winter chills at bay.
It was me who restored Fair Work Australia,
and gave each man an equal pay.
Its me that this great nation wants,
I am the peoples choice.
Stand aside you faceless men,
and let me have a voice.
Move aside there Queen Ju liar,
Kevin is back in town.
By the time I've had fill, you wrench,
there'll be no one left too hound.
But queen Ju Liar wasn't beaten yet,
and with her faceless team gave vote.
Poor old kev degraded to the back bench,
with a noose around his throat.
Ncauser © 20 12
Why Me
Its happened once, its happened twice,
and the third time never dead.
You can bet your bottom dollar,
because that's what Kevin said.
When Juliar sank the knife that day,
she thought that was the finish.
The job she done was terminal,
Kevins aspiration would diminish.
But Kev he was a fighting man,
and determined too unite.
The party that took him down,
were in for one almighty fight.
He planned his second coming,
like a fox would stalk his prey.
A rumour here, a rumour there,
He'd make that faggot pay.
Queen Juliar was on a victory roll,
her cabinet struggling to respond.
She was riding on Black Caviar,
and she knew she had them conned.
She'd whistle Dixie and they'd jump,
they were her puppets on a string.
Like a bunch of star struck hippies,
They'd bow when every bell would ring.
Well when Kevin spat the dummy,
it took them by surprise.
They had to sharpen up their swords
to cut through all the lies
Every name from out of Satan's book
was levelled at poor Kevin's head
If it wasn't there, they made it up
His persona flagged for dead.
Why me, said poor old Kevin?
I wouldn't hurt a fly.
Remember I was your leader once,
and made this nation cry.
It was me who, from all the leaders,
To the Koories said, I'm sorry.!
It was me who invented Global warming,
from the back of my mates lorry.
It was me who gave you pink bats,
to keep the winter chills at bay.
It was me who restored Fair Work Australia,
and gave each man an equal pay.
Its me that this great nation wants,
I am the peoples choice.
Stand aside you faceless men,
and let me have a voice.
Move aside there Queen Ju liar,
Kevin is back in town.
By the time I've had fill, you wrench,
there'll be no one left too hound.
But queen Ju Liar wasn't beaten yet,
and with her faceless team gave vote.
Poor old kev degraded to the back bench,
with a noose around his throat.
Ncauser © 20 12
