That’s great, it starts with a Greenquake, tofu, no steaks, a bioplane -
Bob Brown is not afraid. Katter says no way, it’s just not your day -
Katter serves his own needs, Gillard quakes at the knees. Knock it off Oakeshott,
all air, too hot. Windsor shits, he’s off the pot, Abbott sinks, he’s flopped,
she’s right! From doing it with fibre with a government for hire to an insulation
fire in a combat site. BER, failure, going to the polls with Kevin Rudd
breathing down your neck. News Limited reporters baffled, stumped, buggered,
tossed. Look at that broadband! NBN. When? Uh oh, population overflow,
sustainable’s obtainable. Save yourself, stop the boats. Hatred serves its
own needs, hatred loves the ALP. Tell me about the rapture of the
Regional Infrastructure – right. You shambolic, vitriolic, sham, left, deaf
dear, feeling pretty clear.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
Six o’clock – news hour. Gillard’s just been handed power. Weep and cry,
goodbye, Tony Abbott doesn’t lie. Love his budgies, bible study, pity that his
budget’s rubb’ry. Every issue escalate. Garrett should incinerate. Light a candle,
light a votive. Vote cast, no motive. Gillard’s heels crush, crush. Uh oh,
Brown’s here, Tone feels queer fear. Bum’s rush, steer clear! A tournament,
a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer him solutions, offer him alternatives
and he’ll decline.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
And I feel fine.