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  Froth of My Dinner Ale I was having a brew Near the Rocks at Barangaroo When a gentleman told me a tale He seemed that poor I could not ignore To share my delicious Braised Quail He once steered ships On exotic trips And had slept through a force 10 gale A legend of the sea Then he had to flee Because his vessel was about to sail I found a spoon To please King Neptune Who worships the habits of a whale It's a branch of my study In parapsychology That baffles the froth of my dinner ale Bring on the myths With a circle of fifths In this place with a trendy life style Eight hour day For a fair decent pay To remember the Hungry Mile They once trapped Crabs Not to feed scabs But spare a bit for the rank and file You should never forget The Labourers Sweat That made this place all worthwhile I found a spoon To please King Neptune Who worships the habits of a whale It's a branch of my study In parapsychol...

  Filthy Rotten Cockroach Louie the fly wore a tie when he arrived at the party He seen the Mortein Before he went green Then panicked and died violently An argument began By an ego driven man Commander and chief of slavery We are all going insane Hearing bullshit from a brain The latest make up policy There's a crawl To start a nasty brawl Exposing an intruder to encroach You’re not sure what to do You can try the boys in blue To sort out this filthy rotten Cockroach I once knew a grub That came from the scrub And liked to hang around the gutter Inspired by Vermin And thrill to sin Before he was struck by a strutter she was a dove Fooled by true love But he was just a born loser He found a bath To have a good laugh They are now spreading fake butter There's a crawl To start a nasty brawl Exposing an intruder to encroach You’re not sure what to do You can try the boys in blue To sort out...