Johnny (aka we don’t love you anymore Mr. Magoo)
I don’t love you anymore
See the writing’s on the wall
You promised me the world and then…
You won the election.
And I can’t take it anymore
You say we’re rich but we are poor
And no one seems to know the score…
The truth you are stretching.
Oooh Johnny, ooh Johnny
Johnny be good be kind and true.
Ooh Johnny, oooh Johnny,
What were we thinking when we left it up to you?
There was a window don’t you see?
You could have made apologies
You could have helped the refugees – to find a home
But you acted selfishly,
When you took the dignity
Out of calling this Australia our home
Oooh Johnny, oooh Johnny
Johnny be good be kind and true.
Oooh Johnny, oooh Johnny,
What were we thinking when we left it up to you?
Put Howard on heroin – and then see how he shakes
In the condition of poverty created by his fuck ups
My mistake- I shouldn’t swear but it’s hard to remember
Manners and graces and putting cutlery in all the right places
When you’re worried for your family
You’re worried for your friends
You’re worried about worrying and the cancer that it sends
I don’t wanna be a monarchist - I hate the GST
May this country be a place that finds a home for refugees
We’re sick of all the lies,
The double plays and mass deceptions
The greasy little wedges that you use to win elections
It’s not helping out the battlers
It’s not made this country great
So I’m sorry Mr Howard but you’re past your use-by-date
As you ride off on your pony,
Let us pause and just reflect
On the legacy you leave us
The years of neglect
But we’ve only got a minute
To tell your story with Ray
‘Cause you signed away your airtime with the F.T.A
And living in the harbour must be alright?
But how does a man go to sleep at night?
When he’s gone a little overboard and told a few lies
We’re all waiting for the thunderbolt that’s coming from the skies
And the shadows of the weapons
That the Texan didn’t find?
When you’re walking in the morning
Does it weigh upon your mind?
Do you wonder just a little
How it’s gonna be next year?
When someone else has got your job
And you’ll be outta there!
IT’S THE END JOHN HOWARD – IT’S THE END
Pack up your mate-ship – you’re not my friend