Oh, Mr. Smoko
You've nowhere to go
I'm 'a stay here with you
And we'll make room for two
My name don't matter
But if you really do insist
Call me Mr. Blonde
You're one of many on my list
If I could stay here forever
I would stay here with you
But I've got to move on now
I've got things to do
Don't move Mr. Smoko
I like you exactly where you are
In fact I think I'll use this duct tape
To keep you getting far
Turn on the radio
It's really quite a scene
Tell me
Was that as good for you as it was for me?
If I could stay here forever
I would stay here with you
But I've got to move on now
I've got things to do
And we'll move things outside
Before we say our goodbyes
Just beyond the horizon
See the glow of bushfires
Shall we play a game Mr. Smoko?
Let's see...
This little piggy went to the coal mine
This little piggy speaks in tongues
This little piggy's on holiday in Hawaii
And the rest of the little piggies got none
So, who's next?
Eeny meeny miny moe
Catch a fascist by their toe...