Arkle Thongsocket reckons he's a future Prime Minister Of this Aussie style democracy in need of much direction And to win more votes he set himself forth in avid campaign To get amongst the ordinary folk, in his outer suburban way Arguing for those illegals to get to the back of the line And his inaugural policy speech sparkles like porphyry pearl:   "You refugees, who think you'll find us compliant and understanding Think again my smuggling disguises, think rather of your homeland We've enough exotic takeaways to satisfy our discerning palates And soccer is a flickering flame in this burnt out, lucky country Line dancing is our national dance, much simpler than those dervishes And the cult family of the Kettle's has long left these lonely shores We've got some indigenous; we'll be giving them a go And there's enough talent around to flavour the Bert Newton Show I'm telling you to go away, beware of the angry Arkle ...

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