Casey Bennetto - My Right-Hand Man lyrics

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