Simon Williamson

Livin’ Next Door to Albo They came down from Dubbo In a clapped-out caravan Parked it right on Cliff Road Right out front of Albo’s pad When the stabilisers dropped a voice said: “Eh … this’ll bloody do We’ll tell the cameras it’s a housing queue Dead f**kin’ easy” "G'day there Mr Albo, how ya goin', mate? Hey, I’m the bloke on telly — yeah, the one who’s irate And I reckon I’m gonna like it here Livin’ next door to Albo" Twenty kids, two dogs and a camp stove hot A sign that says ‘no homes, but migrants got a spot’ "And I’m loud as Pauline Hanson, now I’m Livin’ next door to Albo" “First thing that we gotta do is call the press,” “Get A Current Affair and make a bloody mess Tell the journos I’m just fed up with the lies — Where’s my house, eh?” So they called a bloke from Channel Ten And the next day came a cameraman and six of his friends “Eh, come ‘n’ get a snap of this one, Trace He’s got a rooftop protest and an angry face!” "Oi, Albo, we don’t want your Benz We just want a roof with walls and ends While you're drinkin’ chardy on the clifftop lawn There’s a thousand of us sleepin’ in the back of a Ford" Now he’s campin’ out, makin’ all the fuss While Albo’s press guy tweets: “He’s not one of us.” And the nation’s just not copin’ with the Cost of livin’ next door to Albo.