Been reading The Age; there on the page is a rebel without applause -
In the 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 vegetable, animal, mineral,
He'll give you a bath - he's Ches Baragwanath, the State Auditor General.
He's auditing's Brando, accountancy's Rambo, his calculator's full of malice;
If you've a dodgy practise, buddy you're cactus if your books don't fucking 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.
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, make you eat peanuts out of his shit -
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 pres'
No Kennett, no Keating -
All power to Ches.