Name the date
There’s a man with a plan and I’m not such a fan but the quality’s simply quite smashing.
All his buddies insist that if Tony resists the debate then why Labor’s for thrashing.
But I ask you please Tony, don’t be a show pony, put your mug on the national TV.
Deficit, debt, or however you bet, it’s your face that we’re longing to see.
Julie B’s a good sort, and she’s done what she ought, standing up to the old Q&A.
But please Mr Abbott, don’t be a wee rabbit, go on telly with Kevin today!
We’ll give you incentives to be quite inventive, we’ll skip all the things you dislike.
You can write all the questions and make some suggestions, and talk about boats and your bike.
Don’t you want to engage? Is it fear of the stage? We really don’t want to dictate…
But the public is nagging, the ratings are sagging… The date, dammit, just name the date!