the shifters – andrew bolt lyrics
andrew bolt’s going to a lefty little limbo
with george orwell, joseph stalin, and ho chi minh
with him to listen in
the three of you
are bound just where you are
even though they’ve been there a while
andrew’s new job is to make tea for these three
but, it’s only for eternity
and he says “oh no”
andrew appears like a bolt from the blue
with a giant chip on his shoulder and says:
“the greens got in and i shot myself, i shot myself”
he shot himself!
be sore, buns through the sun
drop like a ton
and saw no reason to go on
but you and you, mocks and ps
relax immigration
tipped mr. bolt right over the edge
right over the edge!
when the three noticed he was there
stalin whispered in his ear
he got down on his knee
and whispered something like this:
“we know who you are
and we’ve been listening
and your punishment
for your vile little views
is to take shorthand
notes
of all our conversations
and boy, we love to chat
oh boy, we love to chat”
chat (x24)
we have a big long chat
bow-wow-wow-wow-wow
andrew lost the buffer
there’s nowhere left to run
so he decides to
put on another brew
andrew lost the buffer
there’s nowhere left to run
so he resigns himself to
a life in the kitchen
one love for two!
one love for two!
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