Celtic Jack and Temuka Tom Songtext
von The Eastern

Well, Celtic Jack and Temuka Tom were foes across the benches
Well, Celtic Jack, right up on the
Street, fought Jerry in the trenches
Well, Temuka Tom was a plainsman, as honest as he was proud
And Temuka Tom was Australian as Celtic Jack was loud

He said, "These men are not my kind
Well, it makes me wanna cross that line
Hit ′em hard, Celtic Jack, see the yellow on their back
Well, these men are not my kind
Well, these men are not my kind"

Well, Celtic Jack left a hand behind in the soggy fields of France
He said, "When I'm out here boxing
It gives the Tories a fighting chance"
Well, Temuka Tom was a hard man, nothing less than fair
And he′d worked his life from nothing
He was a poet, that was always clear
He said, "Now, Celtic, if I can do it, then anybody can"
Well, Celtic said to Tom, "That's true, but sometimes I need a hand"


He said, "These men are not my kind
Well, it makes me wanna cross that line
Hit 'em hard, Celtic Jack, see the yellow on their back
Well, these men are not my kind
Well, these men are not my kind"

Well, Celtic said that Tom would pay any debt on time
And if it meant that he ate dry bread, well, that would be just fine
Well, Tom would face his own side, stare any of them down
"There ain′t a truer man among them, if
Parliament′s a circus, they're the bloody clowns"
From the left side of the House, Celtic Jack would laugh
And Tom would say to Celtic, "Hammer ′em, cut the buggers in half"

He said, "These men are not my kind
Well, it makes me wanna cross that line
Hit 'em hard, Celtic Jack, see the yellow on their back
Well, these men are not my kind
Well, these men are not my kind", yeah

Well, Temuka and Jack, for a moment, a sorry state of shame
Sitting in this Parliament House had became
Where the reds and the Tories, they all acted the bloody same
And it was just the highest bidder who dealt the cards for the game
So when Celtic stood to speak, across the floor, Tom did creak
And whispered close within his ear
But loud enough for his side to hear


He said, "These men are not my kind
Well, it makes me wanna cross that line
Hit ′em hard, Celtic Jack, see the yellow on their back
Well, these men are not my kind
Well, these men are not my kind
Well, these men are not my kind
I said, these men are not my kind"