My name is Honest
Eddie, the king of Sydney Water Holdings
They wouldn't let
me keep the mines, my portfolio is folding
I’ve got fingers
in so many pies I could use a few more hands
But every time I
try to make a buck they want to get me banned
I’ve got two boys
who help me out with the magic that I weave
I’ve got a flash house
out in Lebanon that I’ll live in when I leave
Assuming that I
won’t get done, and spend my later years in jail
Don’t try to
prosecute me, all your charges they will fail
I bought some
land in New South Wales; I did so fair and square
But I got some
inside knowledge, there were coal seams under there
I bought it for a
pittance, got some cash from my good mates
And I’ll lease it
back to the Government at Eddie’s best mate’s rates
Eddie Junior is my
eldest boy, and Moses number two
He bought a chunk
of Holdings, which got him in the poo
He forgot it cost three million bucks, what a silly little lad
He really should have tried
to recall, so much could go so bad
Now I’ve got a
mate called Arthur, who’s in tad of trouble
Running Sydney
Water put him deep into a puddle
Not the kind he
hoped for when he became a paid Director
In the witness
box at ICAC he’s the human lie detector
What do we have
in common, my family and pollie friends
Every single
thing we do is a means towards and end
Our end, to fund
a lifestyle with so much cash it isn’t funny
And the best
thing about it is we’ve done it with your money
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