We'll all be rooned - with apologies to PJ Hartigan

"We'll all be rooned", said Hockey Joe in accent so depressed
Outside the church with Phoney Tone and all the Murdoch Press
The Sunrise team stood all about and stoked the battler fears
And talked of mortgage rates and stress as they had done for years
"Its looking crook" said Chrissy Pyne, "This Government's a mess"
Ignoring all the good results, and spinning pure BS

"Its mighty hot" said Greg Combet, "Enough to melt the wax"
"It would be worse" said Penny Wong, "Without the Carbon Tax"
"This Climate Change is fully crap, there isn't any doubt"
"We'll all be rooned" said Hockey Joe, "Before the year is out"
The bankers all are crying out, "These times are pretty tough"
"Our profits risen 10 percent, it's nowhere near enough"

Poor Gina's dug another hole, for profits most obscene
While battlers all scratched their heads and watched the TV screen
"There won't be cuts, this budget year, because of Labor debt"
Said Barnaby from far St George, dressed up in flannelette
"We need some cuts, we need them now", said Andrew Robb, MP
"We'll all be rooned" said Hockey Joe, "Forget the GFC"

Then silence struck the thronging mob with one almighty jolt
While each one stopped to take a pause, except for Andrew Bolt
"Lets axe the tax, make Gonski gone, no disability"
"We'll privatise the SBS, we'll sell the ABC"
"It's not enough", said Phoney Tone, "We've got to stop the boats"
"We'll all be rooned" said Hockey Joe, "Before Australia votes"

In God's good time, elections came, the leadership was swapped
The world recovered from the mess, the dollar finally dropped
And exports all began to flow, like they had done before
While balance sheets across the land were looking good, once more
Taxation dollars flooded in till Canberra's hopes were buoyed
And every heart cried out for joy, except the unemployed

But imports cost a whole lot more, the battlers felt the squeeze,
No cheap computers, clothes and cars, or LCD TV's
While loud complaint was overheard in every coffee shop
"We'll all be rooned" said Hockey Joe, "If this damn boom don't stop"
In God's good time the boom did end and Hockey Joe was gone
Australia settled down again, to face a brand new dawn

And oh the smiles on every face, across this fairest land
Another generation lost to this, the everlasting scam
It doesn't matter who's in power, this world will run its course
Our masters serve a higher class, we just choose bad or worse
While fading barons manufacture crises, fear and doubt
"We'll all be rooned" said someone new, "Before this year is out"