For those that are old enough to remember the great old song by Jim Reeves.
Paraphrased to suit Australian Politics.
Albo Albo, where ya gonna go-e-o ?
Albo Albo whatcha gonna do-e-o ?
Albo Albo does your mommy know,
That your goin' down the gurgler- o
Albo is a little man who just made a million enemies
And with the jerking of his knees
He'll clap his hands, and sing and dance, and talk his baby talk
With Minns in his pants and his knees jerking out
He's just big enough to balk
Albo Albo where ya gonna go-e-o ?
Albo Albo whatcha gonna do-e-o ?
Albo Albo does your mommy know
That your goin' down the gurgler-o
Albo's got some stuff ups that light up like a star
And the way to light them up is to put a terrorist in a car
Bullsh!t and excuses will start his day off right
All of the ALP follow him just a beggin' for a bite
Albo Albo blood on your hands e-o
Albo Albo regretting your choices-o
Albo Albo when you gonna grow,
Everybody despises you, little baby Alby-o
You never catch him talkin sense, he's just the babbling kind
Although he's just a little man, he's got a twisted mind
He's always got a diversion to explain his woes
And everybody boos him as down the street he goes
Albo Albo, where ya gonna go-e-o ?
Albo Albo whatcha gonna do-e-o ?
Does your mommy know
That your goin down the gurgler-o




