“Please send a girl to my hotel
I’ve got credit; I’ll pay her well”
But in a court in
Melbourne he fell from high
Theft and fraud
convictions, but would still deny
“I did not do it, I have been framed”, the
liar he did claim
But the
magistrate he did not agree, awarding Craig the blame
Thomson could not
lie straight in bed
That Union power
went straight to his head
He helped himself
to other people’s money
But when accused
he thought it funny
“I have an alibi” he told the press, but
they did not believe
His wife she
bolted and he kept it up, still trying to deceive
Labor dumped him,
and then he lost his seat
His entire sad life lies dying at his feet
Such a poor
example of an honourable man
Who in our
Parliament once did stand
A thief a liar
and a cad, his sad lies he just repeated
His lies and
denials comprehensively defeated
On a day not far
away, he's back to court for sentence
A not-guilty plea,
means nothing off for repentance
Five years in
jail for each charge he does face
But some people say he won't see a moment in that place
But some people say he won't see a moment in that place
A grubby little
man with a grubby little life
His ego took him
to the top and then got him into strife
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