Marginal Seat

[Verse 1: Sammy J & Jude Perl]
I wish I lived in a marginal seat
Then my vote would actually count
I wish I lived in a marginal seat
Then I could control the amount
Of swings that occur

At every election, in either direction
Don't care who wins, just give me a say
But my seat doesn't sway
So I might as well draw a penis
Or a vagina
I guess I'll decide on the day
They're both very strong candidates, I'm always torn
It's a difficult choice, but one must be drawn
As I stand in the booth, it's my moment of truth
But deep down a sadness remains

[Verse 2]
Cause I wish I lived in a marginal seat
Then I could discuss education
I wish I lived in a marginal seat
Where my preference affected the nation

But as it is I'm a bystander watching
The voters of Eden-Manero expressing their views
While I'm left to choose
If I'll be drawing a penis
Or a vagina

That's the biggest decision I face
And how many cocks will I draw in my box?
If I draw a box will I have enough space?
Do I colour it in?
Will I run out of time?
Will I draw my Senate cocks under the line?
Should I draw my pussy in pencil or pen?
If I cock up my dick can I draw it again?

[Verse 3]
One day I'll move to a marginal seat (Move to a marginal seat)
Then finally I will have power (Power and glory)
I can vote for the parties instead of ignoring them
Number the dicks instead of just drawing them
Bring us Australia, closer to thee
We draw genitalia cause we long to be
There

Safe in a marginal seat
Safe in a marginal seat (Safe in a marginal seat)
Safe in a marginal seat

[Spoken]
Jude Perl, ladies and gentlemen!

Now, any symphony worth its salt not only touches on themes of life and love, but also of course death. So with that in mind, I should like to now present to you the following piece, entitled "There'll Be Someone at My Funeral Who Doesn't Want to Be There"