Though I never knew
Like Steve Bradbury on your feet
While those around you fell
They crawled back to Dickson
And they challenged Mal Function
They set you in the Lodge
And had the polls to blame
And it seems to me you live your life
like Lara Bingle in the wind
Never knowing who to turn to
When the rot set in
And I would have never voted for you
But I am just a kid
Your mandate burned out long before
Your ego never did
Energy policy is tough
The multinationals don't play
Canberra created a bubble
And no taxes were paid
Even when you lost
Oh, the press still hounded you
All the papers had to say
Was that Morrison was found ineptitude.
Goodbye Morrison
From the asylum seekers in detention
Who sees you as nothing more than tryranical
More than just a ScoMo
