Southern Highlands Secrets

Dear Minister of Gov
from a resident of the Wingecarribee Shire
Good old Shelley Hancock
She’s a Minister of Gov
The Highlands needs her down here
Now that push has come to shove
The shire’s in a friggin mess
Our councillors are sooks
And most of them
Including senior managers
Are crooks
They squabble like they’re little kids
They bicker and they fight
And given half the chance
They’d pull each other’s hair and bite
They couldn’t give a damn
About the payers of the rates
But anyone who builds a thousand houses
Are their mates
There’s been a bunch of kickbacks
Over years and years of fraud
You give them cash in paper bags
They welcome you aboard
They’re known as the mafia
A dodgy Bowral clan
They meet at Coffee Culture
Every week to plot and plan
For years these rotten crooks
Have all been getting up to strife
And if someone opposes them
They’ll soon destroy your life
So please Ms Shelley Hancock
As the Minister of Gov
We need you kicking out our council
With a mighty shove
These crooks have been entrenched so long
It must be 30 years
Our town’s controlled by nothing
But a bunch of racketeers