Tism - Mr.Ches Baragwanath, State Auditor - General lyrics

Reading The Age; there on the page, is a rebel without applause - State politics game, things wont be the same and you know that's because Of the man who's black; by Christ he's back - if you're animal, vegetable, mineral, He'll give you a bath, Ches Baragwanath, State Auditor-General. His audit is Brando, culture's Rambo, his calculator's full of malice; If you've a dodgy practise, buddy you're cactus if your books don't f**ing balance. If you think I'm kiddin' ask Jim Kennan, who retreated into his kennel When he got in the path of Ches Baragwanath, State Auditor-General. The Republic's coming And it needs a pres'. No Kennett, nor Keating - All power to Ches. Beware lest he's after your testes - if you've got a current account deficit. He'll lock you in a room, hand you a spoon, you'll eat peanuts out of his sh** - There ain't nothin' colder than a tap on the shoulder and a voice of authority says: "Name's Baragwanath, I'll cut you in half - my friends, they call me Ches." The Republic's coming And it needs a president No Kennett, nor Keating - All power to Baragwanath.