Song by Company B<br /><br>
BOB HAWKE:<br>
Let's go back to 1990; it's not so far away<br>
Where with each misty morning dawns a more exciting day<br>
Peace and love are everywhere, defeating hate and greed<br>
Thatcher is resigning<br>
Germans are uniting<br>
Even that Mandela fella's freed;<br>
There's never been a better time to lead.<br>
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Here in 1990, Australia's doing well<br>
No child lives in poverty (as far as we can tell)<br>
And all I hear across the land's a chorus of content<br>
And positive appraisal<br>
And love for Bob and Hazel<br>
Yes, I'm a hit with each constituent<br>
And unemployment's only [cough] percent.<br>
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It's a comfy bloody country<br>
Comfy and relaxed<br>
Not too bloody up itself<br>
Or too highly taxed<br>
It's a lovely bloody system<br>
That I try to understand<br>
But I don't really get it<br>
I give much of the credit -<br>
I'm indebted to my right-hand man,<br>
To my right-hand man.<br>
<br>
My right-hand man's a charmer, the smoothest of the smooth<br>
He's got a nut for every bolt, a tongue for every groove,<br>
A pleasurer as Treasurer, creating harmony<br>
On the economic levers<br>
And he loves the true believers<br>
He's the linchpin in my winning dynasty:<br>
With him around, there's not much use for me!<br>
<br>
...Of course, he's quite peculiar, if that's for me to say,<br>
A little un-Australian in his own endearing way<br>
I take him to the footy, and his eyes aren't on the ball!<br>
And in his private parlour<br>
He plays the works of Mahler<br>
The strangest sound's cascading down the hall:<br>
It doesn't sound like Billy Thorpe at all!<br>
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It's a comfy bloody country<br>
'Cos we know what's in our heart<br>
Beer and boots, not wine and suits<br>
Cricket - not art!<br>
It's a lovely bloody system<br>
And I'll lead it while I can<br>
Just a bloke and his mates<br>
But if you wanna talk rates<br>
Just look for the midnight tan<br>
On my right-hand man.<br>
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[Thanks to Jess for lyrics]<br>
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