Don't You Wish Paul Keating Was Prime Minister Again

 This was written back in 2014 and entered in the Australian Songwriters Association competition. I was unsuccessful and I never went any further.


DON'T YOU WISH PAUL KEATING WAS PRIME MINISTER AGAIN

I was watching an interview on television

Before I nodded of to sleep

I began to dream a horrible depression

Was forced to shear a dozen sheep

It was 40 degrees', I west of Bourke

The horse I backed was a dead loss

I fell of my chair and awoke thinking

It's time to get a new boss


Your about to hit rock bottom real fast

And all your money's going down the drain

When happiness becomes a thing of the past

Don't you wish Paul Keating was Prime Minister again


The Holden Kingswood has said goodbye

My friends in Bathurst are upset

I want to make them happy again

So, I go on to the Internet

They all want income security

And a faster broadband network

Instead of plants closing down

To make way for an imported Merc 


Your about to hit rock bottom real fast

And all your money's going down the drain

When happiness becomes a thing of the past

Don't you wish Paul Keating was Prime Minister again


There's the left and there's the right

And none of them are wrong

Anarchists all disagree

And that's why I have written this song

We may not share the same views

And that doesn't bother me

But some think climate change is a prank

Others want to act immediately


                                                                                                                                    © Ronald Beswick 2014


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