Gough Lyrics - Singles - Whitlams

Little song about a man called Gough 

And a little boy who wanted to be tarred with the same brush 

He learnt Latin, held his head up high 

And he hated the Liberals though he didn't know why 

There were reasons 

How long have you got? 

There are always reasons 

How long have you got? 

Little boy he's on the stage tonight 

His name is Anthony Hayes and he's doing alright 

They both went to the same local Canberra school 

But Stevie was nine in 1972 

What a party 

A big day for both of us 

Big reason to party 

A big day for both of us 

Come over, dinner with me 

We'll play chess and drink claret 

Walk slowly down my little street 

You can bring Margaret 

Play chess and drink claret 

November 11 was Armistice Day 

A bush ranger was slaughtered and Gough was betrayed 

November 11 he wouldn't survive 

The Governor General in '75 

November 11 

A big day for all of us 

I said November 11, Ned Kelly died 

Shame Fraser shame, we all cried 

For you Gough, you Gough, you Gough 

Edward Gough Whitlam 

You Gough, you Gough, you Gough 

Edward Gough Whitlam 

Come over, dinner with me 

We'll play chess and drink claret 

Walk slowly down my little street 

You can bring Margaret 

Play chess and drink claret 

It's for you Gough, you Gough, you Gough 

Edward Gough Whitlam 

You Gough, you Gough, you Gough 

Edward Gough Whitlam 

You Gough, you Gough, you Gough 

Days of wine and roses, roses, roses 

Days of wine and roses 

All the artists flew in and 

And all the assholes flew out 

All the artists flew in and 

And all the assholes flew out 

For you Gough, you Gough, you Gough 

Edward Gough Whitlam 

You Gough, you Gough, you Gough 

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