Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis - Cooked lyrics

What's the use? Give it best; Cut her loose; Have a rest. Hope is dead; Gloom collects, Nuff is said Cook objects. Moth and rust Hither lurk; All is bust, Knock off work. Nation's great Architects, Clean the slate; Cook objects. Oh the schemes That we planned! Dreaming dreams For the land. All in vain. Hope neglects To remain; Cook objects. Navy; what? Army too? Blessed rot; All is blue. It's all one Who protects. dropp your gun; Cook objects. Let her rip, All is up. Have to sip Bitter cup. Tear your hair Woe connects With despair, Cook objects. Fellow Aust Ralians, Trouble's crossed All our plans. Seek the tomb; Fate selects Us for doom. Cook objects. d**h marks us For his own. (Grisly cuss.) Our head-tone, With a laugh, He erects. Epitaph 'Cook objects.' dropp a tear; Heave a sigh; End is near; Say goodbye. Sell up home And effects. (Dismal pome) Cook objects.