A problem with the world
Is how big we let our mouth
It happens everywhere
But especially in the South

Now, Tamahere, bless his soul
Was sitting down for lunch
Sitting with a journalist
Whose readership - not much

Johnny boy! Don't say a word!
But he went and said the things
That made Mr Wishart
Jump around and sing

He's a hater and a wrecker
Detests his follow workers
Ho ho ho! So how it goes!
"You think you can insult us!?"

"We aren't all 'homos'" they all declare
"Nor butch chicks, fags, nor dykes!
"Now sorry sir you'll have to go!
"It's us you sure don't like!"

So poor old Tamahere
Rebelled: "This isn't fair!
I didn't know I was being taped
I was caught unaware!"

What excuse do you call that!?
You let your lips fly out!
And worst of all then Johnny Boy
You made you sound a kraut!

Well, not a german, no not that
But more one of reich third
"No more jewish outcry."
That's ignorance, you turd!

But never fear - we know your place
It's not in parliament
Nor in caucous, nor Labour
Unemployment Department!

------- Author's Notes -------

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