The election, they say, will be tight
and dishonest John Howard just might
get the votes of the sheep
who still fall for this creep
an old eunuch too weak for a fight.
These elections are surely a crime,
so much rubbish, all covered in slime.
We are praying to God
to give Kevin the nod,
you can't fool people all of the time.
Well, my money is firmly on Rudd.
The incumbent is simply a dud.
With the truth he is loose
but we're cooking his goose
and he'll land in the crap with a thud.
Would you like to be a politician?
With the flair and a secretive mission?
Then, when decency calls
you'll be hiding your balls
from the shadows in opposition.
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