Mr. Ches Baragwanath, State Auditor-General Songtext
von TISM

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 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


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 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 president
No Kennett, nor Keating
All power to Baragwanath