Liitle song about a man named Gough
And a little boy who wanted to be tarred with the same brush
He learned Latin, held his head up high
And he hated the Liberals but he didn't know why
There were reasons (how long have you got)
There's always reasons (how long have you got)
Come over have dinner with me
We'll play chess and drink claret
Walk slowly down my little street
Can you bring Margaret
The little boy is on stage tonight
His name is Anthony Hayes and he's doing alright
Edward Gough Whitlam, Edward Gough Whitlam
It's for you Gough, you Gough, you Gough