Been reading The Age; there on the page is a rebel without applause -
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In the State politics game things wont be the same and you know that's because
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Of the man who's black; by Christ he's back - if you're vegetable, animal, mineral,
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He'll give you a bath - he's Ches Baragwanath, the State Auditor General.
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He's auditing's Brando, accountancy's Rambo, his calculator's full of malice;
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If you've a dodgy practise, buddy you're cactus if your books don't fucking balance.
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If you think I'm kiddin' ask Jim Kennan, who retreated into his kennel
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When he got in the path of Ches Baragwanath, State Auditor General.
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Beware lest he's after your testes - if you've got a current account deficit,
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He'll lock you in a room, hand you a spoon, make you eat peanuts out of his shit -
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There ain't nothin' colder than a tap on the shoulder and a voice of authority says:
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"Name's Baragwanath, I'll cut you in half - my friends, they call me Ches."
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Chorus
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The Republic's coming
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And it needs a pres'
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No Kennett, no Keating -
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All power to Ches.
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Mr. Ches Baragwanath, State Auditor-General
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