Let’s say it’s 1984,
and there's a dreary little nation at the bottom of the Pacific whose name rhymes with New Zealand,
and they've just had an election.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,
will you look at the state of these books we’ve opened,
cries the incoming government,
will you look at all this mountain of undisclosed debt?
Have no fear,
says fearless Roger stepping forward,
we can crash through this, no worries.
Fay, Richwhite, follow me.
