The Ballad of Albanese
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The stumbling bum who calls himself Prime Minister is a proper disgrace. This is what we Aussies think of him.
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The Ballad of Albanese
(Verse 1)
Down in Camperdown, in a council flat so small,
Lived a lad named Albert, who never worked at all.
Raised by his mum on a pension thin and tight,
While he mumbled in the mirror, every single night.
(Verse 2)
He joined the party young, and climbed the ranks with ease,
Became a party hack and bludger on the public squeeze.
But did he ever really work? Nah, mate, work’s a dirty word.
Yet somehow, he’s prime minister. Now that’s downright absurd.
(Catchy Chorus)
Oh, Alba-neezee, the mumbling commie bum,
He’s wrecking the country, but who cares? Hey! What fun!
Al-bo! Al-bo! He faked his nationality, claiming he’s a wop,
But Everyone hates him, coz he is such a cock!
(Verse 3)
He’s smirking from The Lodge, with a clifftop view so fine,
While our Bills are through the roof, and our safety has declined.
He has Net zero dreams, while our power bills bite,
With Albert at the helm, it’s clear he is not too bright .
(Bridge)
He promised we would all see, a brighter new day,
But rents keep on climbing while wages fade away.
He only mumbles excuses, while the nation is in pain,
Albo’s great adventure is driving us insane.
(Ending with the catchy chorus)
Oh, Alba-neezee, the mumbling commie bum,
He’s wrecking the country, but who cares? Hey! What fun!
Al-bo! Al-bo! Doesn’t know his father, claims that he’s a wop,
Still, Everyone hates him, coz he’s such a cock!
Al-bo! Al-bo! Yeah, wrecking the country. Hey! What fun!
Al-bo! Al-bo! Time for you to go, or stick a fork in us, coz Australia she is done!
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