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HAL_9000Some lyrics from Keating! (Belvoir St Theatre)
September 21st 2007 02:59
Company B's production of Keating!, by Casey Bennetto, is returning for another season at the Seymour Centre from Wednesday 7 November to Thursday 13 December 2007. For further info, check out the Belvoir St Theatre website.
Following are some extracts from the lyrics (from the CD jacket). The soundtrack is available for $30 from the Belvoir box office.
My right-hand man
Hawke: Let's go back to 1990;
it's not so far away
Where with each misty morning
dawns a more exciting day
Peace and love are everywhere
defeating hate and greed
Thatcher is resigning
Germans are uniting
Even that Mandela fella's freed;
There's never been a better time to lead.
Here in 1990, Australia's doing well
No child lives in poverty as far as we can tell
And all I hear across the land's
a chorus of content
And positive appraisal
And love for Bob and Hazel
Yes, I'm a hit with each constituent
And unemployment's only (inaudible)
percent.
It's a comfy bloody country
Comfy and relaxed
Not too bloody up itself
Or too highly taxed
It's a lovely bloody system
That I try to understand
but I don't really get it,
I give much of the credit --
I'm indebted to my right-hand man,
to my right-hand man.
My right-hand man's a charmer,
the smoothest of the smooth
He's got a nut for every bolt,
a tongue for every groove,
a pleasurer as Treasurer, creating harmony
On the economic levers
And he loves the true believers
He's the linchpin in my winning dynasty:
With him around, there's not much use
for me!
... Of course, he's quite peculiar,
if that's for me to say,
a little unAustralian in his own endearing way
I take him to the footy
And his eyes aren't on the ball
And in his private parlour
He plays the works of Mahler
The strangest sound's
cascading down the hall:
It doesn't sound like Billy Thorpe at all.
It's a comfy bloody country
'Cos we know what's in our heart
Beer and boots, not wine and suits
Cricket -- not art!
It's a lovely bloody system
And I'll lead it while I can
Just a bloke and his mates
but if you wanna talk rates
Just look for the midnight tan
on my right-hand man.
On the floor
Hewson: Dr Who? Doctor Hewson! Sit up
straight when I'm talkin' to you, son -- the
magical might from the radical right, I'm
gonna light up the night with a scheme and
a dream so bright so sit right back while we
bite back, this is called Fightback -- me and
my G on the right track -- and we don't stop
'til we get our way: GST -- OK!
[...]
Hewson: ... and that's why
you're gonna get blown away... 'cos you can't
play like Doctor J!
Keating: Oh no! They sent the Doctor to
get us! It's like being flogged with warm
lettuce and cabbage! The feral abacus!
Come to savage us! He must be ravenous!
ravenous! 'Mister Mediocrity, from the bunyip
aristocracy', the Member for Wentworth
should be in bed, he's like a lizard on a rock --
alive, but lookin' dead. Old Dozy knows when
I've got 'im, he always turns around when
I drop one on 'im, it's somethin' he can't
psychologically handle, him and his band of
constitutional vandals, drones and pansies,
fraugs and mugs, blackguards, harlots, pigs
and thugs, mindless stupid foul-mouthed
grubs, you couldn't even raffle a chook in
a pub! Barnyard bullies, crims and ghouls,
dullards, dimwits, ninnies, clowns and fools
and born-to-rules, over here we're born to
rule you -- you dishonest crew, you almost
make me spew! Loopy intellectual hoboes!
Brain-damaged dummies and desperadoes!
Hare-brained hillbilly cheats! cheats! cheats!
will always be cheats! cheats! cheats! Useless
motley corporate crooks and clots! Stunned-
mullet rustbucket boxheads! Scumbags and
alley cats! You wanna fight back? Fight back!
Fight back from that!
[...]
Heavens, Mister Evans
Evans: It's always the same
Whenever she walks by
My face is aflame
And my mouth goes dry
My pulse is racing
And my heart goes pit-a-pat
And I yearn for Cheryl Kernot,
Democrat...
Kernot: Ever since I was young
Just a little girl
I've been wantin' someone
To show me the world
Well, he's done everything
And he's been everywhere
He's Gareth Evans,
my foreign affair...
Evans: My heart's in peril, Cheryl,
surely I will fall
Kernot: Heavens, Mister Evans,
how I tremble when you call
Evans/Kernot: But we owe it to our parties
To try to break that spell...
Kernot: And also, aren't you married?
Evans: Yes, I am. That as well.
Evans: You get under my skin
Like no woman before
By the beard on my chin
I swear I want more
You're an innocent soul
Idealistic and free
Baby won't you give your
pref'rence to me?
Kernot: So seductive and strong
You're a party machine
Though I know that it's wrong
I'm a little too green.
Evans: Such a lady of light
Kernot: Such a powerful brute
Evans/Kernot: Such a thrill to nibble
on forbidden fruit...
Evans: My heart's in peril, Cheryl,
lovin' you so much
Kernot: Heavens, Mister Evans,
how I tingle at your touch
Evans/Kernot: Equally enamoured,
but differently aligned...
Evans: And also, aren't you married?
Kernot: Yes, I am.
Evans: As am I.
Evans/Kernot: Never mind!
The Arse End of the Earth
Evans: Another morning in the PMC
We've got the latest on the CAD
It's only four percent of GDP
But it's causing little tremors at the NAB
You want your funding for the AME
We'll have to sneak it past the ERC
And the PMO observers of the GNE are
nervous
It's another day of service in the ALP.
[...]
The Mateship
Howard: Hang on a tic, just let me talk
'Cos you can tell by the way I use my walk
I'm just a bloke, a normal bloke,
and nothin' more
I've got my home, I've got my health
I've got my lovely wife and kids,
I've got not tickets on myself
I'm just a bloke, an Aussie bloke, to the core.
So you know that I'd be grateful
to the nation at large
If you thought it was appropriate
to put me in charge.
Band/Howard: Of the Mateship --
anchors aweigh!
Howard: We've decided you're invited to stay
Band/Howard: On the Mateship --
welcome aboard!
Howard: We could find a better kind of
accord, uh-huh-huh.
[...]
Choose Me
[...]
Howard: I'll pick you pretty flowers, babe,
and bring 'em to your door
Keating: Am I the only one to whom that
promise sounds non-core?
Howard: No, I always tell the truth
Keating: I think we need some proof
Keating/Howard: So choose me.
Keating: We had trouble, burst our bubble,
but recovery is here
Howard: I don't trust it, he'll just bust it,
gonna prick your brick veneer
Keating: Honest Johnny, later on,
we gonna see a GST?
Howard: No I swear it, I declare it,
that will never ever be!
[...]
Following are some extracts from the lyrics (from the CD jacket). The soundtrack is available for $30 from the Belvoir box office.
~~~
My right-hand man
Hawke: Let's go back to 1990;
it's not so far away
Where with each misty morning
dawns a more exciting day
Peace and love are everywhere
defeating hate and greed
Thatcher is resigning
Germans are uniting
Even that Mandela fella's freed;
There's never been a better time to lead.
Here in 1990, Australia's doing well
No child lives in poverty as far as we can tell
And all I hear across the land's
a chorus of content
And positive appraisal
And love for Bob and Hazel
Yes, I'm a hit with each constituent
And unemployment's only (inaudible)
percent.
It's a comfy bloody country
Comfy and relaxed
Not too bloody up itself
Or too highly taxed
It's a lovely bloody system
but I don't really get it,
I give much of the credit --
I'm indebted to my right-hand man,
to my right-hand man.
My right-hand man's a charmer,
the smoothest of the smooth
He's got a nut for every bolt,
a tongue for every groove,
a pleasurer as Treasurer, creating harmony
On the economic levers
And he loves the true believers
He's the linchpin in my winning dynasty:
With him around, there's not much use
for me!
... Of course, he's quite peculiar,
if that's for me to say,
a little unAustralian in his own endearing way
I take him to the footy
And his eyes aren't on the ball
And in his private parlour
He plays the works of Mahler
The strangest sound's
cascading down the hall:
It doesn't sound like Billy Thorpe at all.
It's a comfy bloody country
'Cos we know what's in our heart
Beer and boots, not wine and suits
Cricket -- not art!
It's a lovely bloody system
And I'll lead it while I can
Just a bloke and his mates
but if you wanna talk rates
Just look for the midnight tan
on my right-hand man.
~~~
On the floor
Hewson: Dr Who? Doctor Hewson! Sit up
straight when I'm talkin' to you, son -- the
magical might from the radical right, I'm
gonna light up the night with a scheme and
a dream so bright so sit right back while we
bite back, this is called Fightback -- me and
my G on the right track -- and we don't stop
'til we get our way: GST -- OK!
[...]
Hewson: ... and that's why
you're gonna get blown away... 'cos you can't
play like Doctor J!
Keating: Oh no! They sent the Doctor to
get us! It's like being flogged with warm
lettuce and cabbage! The feral abacus!
Come to savage us! He must be ravenous!
ravenous! 'Mister Mediocrity, from the bunyip
aristocracy', the Member for Wentworth
should be in bed, he's like a lizard on a rock --
alive, but lookin' dead. Old Dozy knows when
I've got 'im, he always turns around when
I drop one on 'im, it's somethin' he can't
psychologically handle, him and his band of
constitutional vandals, drones and pansies,
fraugs and mugs, blackguards, harlots, pigs
and thugs, mindless stupid foul-mouthed
grubs, you couldn't even raffle a chook in
a pub! Barnyard bullies, crims and ghouls,
dullards, dimwits, ninnies, clowns and fools
and born-to-rules, over here we're born to
rule you -- you dishonest crew, you almost
make me spew! Loopy intellectual hoboes!
Brain-damaged dummies and desperadoes!
Hare-brained hillbilly cheats! cheats! cheats!
will always be cheats! cheats! cheats! Useless
motley corporate crooks and clots! Stunned-
mullet rustbucket boxheads! Scumbags and
alley cats! You wanna fight back? Fight back!
Fight back from that!
[...]
~~~
Heavens, Mister Evans
Evans: It's always the same
Whenever she walks by
My face is aflame
And my mouth goes dry
My pulse is racing
And my heart goes pit-a-pat
And I yearn for Cheryl Kernot,
Democrat...
Kernot: Ever since I was young
Just a little girl
I've been wantin' someone
To show me the world
Well, he's done everything
And he's been everywhere
He's Gareth Evans,
my foreign affair...
Evans: My heart's in peril, Cheryl,
surely I will fall
Kernot: Heavens, Mister Evans,
how I tremble when you call
Evans/Kernot: But we owe it to our parties
To try to break that spell...
Kernot: And also, aren't you married?
Evans: Yes, I am. That as well.
Evans: You get under my skin
Like no woman before
By the beard on my chin
I swear I want more
You're an innocent soul
Idealistic and free
Baby won't you give your
pref'rence to me?
Kernot: So seductive and strong
You're a party machine
Though I know that it's wrong
I'm a little too green.
Evans: Such a lady of light
Kernot: Such a powerful brute
Evans/Kernot: Such a thrill to nibble
on forbidden fruit...
Evans: My heart's in peril, Cheryl,
lovin' you so much
Kernot: Heavens, Mister Evans,
how I tingle at your touch
Evans/Kernot: Equally enamoured,
but differently aligned...
Evans: And also, aren't you married?
Kernot: Yes, I am.
Evans: As am I.
Evans/Kernot: Never mind!
~~~
The Arse End of the Earth
Evans: Another morning in the PMC
We've got the latest on the CAD
It's only four percent of GDP
But it's causing little tremors at the NAB
You want your funding for the AME
We'll have to sneak it past the ERC
And the PMO observers of the GNE are
nervous
It's another day of service in the ALP.
[...]
~~~
The Mateship
Howard: Hang on a tic, just let me talk
'Cos you can tell by the way I use my walk
I'm just a bloke, a normal bloke,
and nothin' more
I've got my home, I've got my health
I've got my lovely wife and kids,
I've got not tickets on myself
I'm just a bloke, an Aussie bloke, to the core.
So you know that I'd be grateful
to the nation at large
If you thought it was appropriate
to put me in charge.
Band/Howard: Of the Mateship --
anchors aweigh!
Howard: We've decided you're invited to stay
Band/Howard: On the Mateship --
welcome aboard!
Howard: We could find a better kind of
accord, uh-huh-huh.
[...]
~~~
Choose Me
[...]
Howard: I'll pick you pretty flowers, babe,
and bring 'em to your door
Keating: Am I the only one to whom that
promise sounds non-core?
Howard: No, I always tell the truth
Keating: I think we need some proof
Keating/Howard: So choose me.
Keating: We had trouble, burst our bubble,
but recovery is here
Howard: I don't trust it, he'll just bust it,
gonna prick your brick veneer
Keating: Honest Johnny, later on,
we gonna see a GST?
Howard: No I swear it, I declare it,
that will never ever be!
[...]
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