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Black is the Colour of Scott Morrison’s Coal
(To the tune of Black is the Colour of My True Love’s Hair)
lyrics by Cilla Kinross
Black is the colour of Scott Morrison’s coal
The slippery bastard has sold the devil his soul
Does he think we can eat it? Does he think it will grow?
I know where he can shove it, Scott Morrison’s coal
He goes to Adani, and says ‘hey, mate’
You can have half of Queensland at a very good rate
We’ll throw in a railway and a shipping port too
You just need to tell us what you want us to do
Don’t worry about them Aborigines or that pesky bird
We’ll move them away, where they cannot be heard
We'll lock up protesters, and we'll change all the laws,
To make sure all emissions are truly yours
He goes to New York where he struts the stage
But doesn’t make the summit, nothing useful to say.
Smooches up to Donald, his dinosaur mate
A pair of farting old fossils on a climate-free date.
He offers aid…… to our neighbour, Fiji
For islands going glug-glug-glug in the rising sea
‘You got wet feet, mate? Here, have some cash
Get yourself some gumboots, How good is that?’
He lets the Nationals drain the rivers dry
He prays for rain, but lets the country fry
How good is Scomo? He's as good as coal
Which is just as black as the bastard’s soul
One again Derek Dowding was the winner with Donald (to the tune of Patrick Gilmour's When Johnny comes marching home again)
Di announcing the winner
Derek receiving the goblet from Cllr Sam Paine, Deputy Mayor of Mid-Western Regional Council.
Photos of the Festival from Mudgee Guardian Gulgong Folk Festival
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