The PM Seinfeldo Show About Nothing (E)
🚨 EXCLUSIVE to Payhip: The PM Seinfeldo Show About Nothing (E)
G’day Punters!
What’s the deal with this government? I mean, really, it’s like a Seinfeld episode out there—except instead of Jerry obsessing over cereal or Kramer sliding in with a harebrained scheme, we’ve got PM Dumbo and his merry band of do-nothings running Australia into the ground. It’s a show, err government about nothing! No action, no results, just a bunch of empty promises and a laugh track of despair from Aussies trying to pay their bills. And the main character? PM Dumbo himself, Anthony Albanese, strutting around like he’s got it all under control while the country’s falling apart faster than George Costanza’s love life.
Enjoy this Aussie hip-hop, comedic rap, or don't. Either way, this track's for you!
[Intro]
It’s the show about nothin’ —
But somehow it’s runnin’ the joint.
He’s got no clue, no plan, no spine...
Just finger guns and talking points.
[Verse]
PM Dumbo strolls in, smilin’ wide,
“Don’t worry folks, the vibes are right!”
Power bills sky-high? Rents insane?
But he’s off to Paris on your coin again.
He’s got Kramer the Climate King in his ear,
“Ban gas! Ban cows! It’s the end, I fear!”
Back home, we freeze and pay through the nose,
While Kramer sells windmills in Versace clothes.
[Chorus]
Oi! What’s the go? What’s the plan?
Is anyone out there who still gives a damn?
The PM Show – a farce on air,
About sweet Fuck-all and we all just stare.
Oi! Where’s the spine? Where’s the fight?
The battlers are bleedin’ every fortnight!
The PM Show – it's running the land,
And we’re payin’ top dollar for nothin’ planned!
[Verse 2]
George Costanza tells the PM, “Play the game!”
“Snap selfies at footy, avoid the blame!”
Got drunk at the Gabba? Mate, that’s bold!
While pensioners shiver alone in the cold.
Need answers? Don't hold your breath,
Dumbo's tweeting love from a climate communist summit.
Another press conference, same old yarn:
“Rebates for everyone — just mortgage the farm!”
[Bridge]
No nukes, no gas, just broken dreams,
But billion-dollar handouts to solar schemes.
We sell our land, import our fate,
While Dumbo smiles from his airport gate.
No voice for the voiceless, no spine in debate,
Just PM Dumbo and his woke-lite mates.
He ain't leading — he’s floating through,
On a cloud of advisors and focus group pooh!
[Chorus]
Oi! What’s the go? What’s the plan?
Is anyone out there who still gives a damn?
The PM Show – a sit-com, a joke,
Where the star laughs last as the nation goes broke.
Oi! Where’s the grit? Where’s the guts?
We’re taxed to the eyeballs and told to shut up.
The PM Show – with scripts from the UN,
But no one’s directing for everyday men.
[Outro]
So raise your glass, and don’t forget,
It’s us who’ll fix this mess they set.
We’re the story, we’re the fight,
We’re the ones who’ll make this right.
When the credits roll and the set burns down,
It won’t be Dumbo left wearin’ the crown.
It’ll be you, me, and every Aussie true...
Who never gave up on the red, white, and blue.
[End]
The PM Show – it’s over, mate.
Now it’s OUR season.
[Chorus]
Oi! What’s the go? What’s the plan?
Is anyone out there who still gives a damn?
The PM Show – a farce on air,
About sweet Fuck-all and we all just stare.
Oi! Where’s the spine? Where’s the fight?
The battlers are bleedin’ every fortnight!
The PM Show – it's running the land,
And we’re payin’ top dollar for nothin’ planned!
Lyrics, Music and Vocals by Senator Papahatziharalambrous
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