As a Carlton member since 1966,
The year 2008 was an emotional mix,
The euphoria of watching the great Chris Judd,
And the pain inflicted by the inept Kevin Rudd.
To see Judd in a Carlton jumper is a lifetime dream,
To watch his class, his brilliance, you know what I mean,
But conversely to that, as the Blues rebuild,
Rudd’s incompetence sees all consumer confidence killed.
Rudd destroys all the gains we enjoyed under the Libs,
And covers up all his errors with diversions and fibs,
So while Judd shows his class and rebuilds the Blues,
Rudd destroys everything in sight, and we all lose.
The surplus is gone, deficit and debt on the way,
As Rudd craps on, and we all must pay,
For his manic spending and economic waste,
By 2010 this dud PM will be disgraced.
The country’s going backwards at a rate of knots,
As Rudd irresponsibly spends, lots and lots,
Unemployment blowing out, ruining everything in sight,
‘Just raise taxes…she’ll be right’.
So as a true champion in Judd shows his class and brilliance,
And displays great leadership, strength and resilience,
Our PM displays his ego, his vanity and dishonesty,
And destroys our inheritance, the Liberal Party dynasty.
So by September 2009, unemployment will be at 7%,
And the total surplus will be wasted, every penny spent,
But one shining light as Rudd takes Australia belly up,
Will be the sight of Chris Judd holding aloft the Premiership cup!
So I guess this just proves that you can’t have it all,
And there’s a parallel to be drawn between politics and football,
The Blues struggled for years whilst Howard led the country well,
Now the Blues are on the up, but Rudd’s taking us to hell!
Australian of the Year, who should it be?
It must be a minority,
A ‘P.C.’ choice to bring me praise,
To perpetuate my populist ways.
Symbolic in it’s implementation,
To make me seem a man of salvation,
Not the ex-cricket widow and his charity,
I need headlines, not parity.
It must be an aboriginal, perfect choice,
A person of division, an outspoken voice,
Regardless of the fact he is divisive,
Look at me, so strong, so decisive.
More shallow symbolism, yes it’s true,
But what does one expect me to do?
‘P.C.’ is my ‘M.O.’, as I ignore the spite,
I’ll keep doing what’s popular, not what’s right.