Keating! movie - On The Floor lyrics

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Song by Company B<br /><br>

JOHN HEWSON:<br>

Doctor who? Doctor Hewson! Sit up straight when I'm talking to you, son - the magical might from the radical right, I'm<br>

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 -<br>

me and my G on the right track - and we don't stop 'till we get our way: GST - OK!<br>

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BAND:<br>

Hey! Oh! Hey! Oh!<br>

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PAUL KEATING:<br>

GST? This is what you call salvation? To whack taxation over the nation? This is the bright new plan you bring? Fifteen<br>

percent on everything? I was a stick-up kid for capital gains, but the feeling wanes when you grow some brains! Poor law, my<br>

homies say: GST - no way!<br>

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BAND:<br>

Nay! No! Nay! No!<br>

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HEWSON:<br>

We're twenty points up, we're off the charts! We don't need you and your bleeding hearts! The poor and the sick'll have a<br>

trickle to suck, but if you give 'em a hand they just drag you down into the muck! That's why you're born to lose, you get<br>

stuck in the shit in your shiny shoes, and that's why you're gonna get blown away - 'cos you can't play like Doctor J!<br>

You can't play like Doctor J!<br>

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BAND:<br>

You can't play like Doctor J!<br>

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HEWSON:<br>

I said, you can't play like Doctor J, no way, Jose!<br>

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KEATING:<br>

Oh no! They sent the Doctor to get us! It's like been flogged with warm lettuce and cabbages! The feral abacus! Come to<br>

savage us! He must be ravenous, ravenous!<br>

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KEATING AND BAND:<br>

Mister Mediocrity for the bunyip aristocracy!<br>

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KEATING:<br>

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<br>

got 'im, he always turns around when I drop one on 'im, it's something he can't psychologically handle, him and his band of<br>

constitutional vandals, drones and pansies, frauds and mugs, blackguards, harlots, pigs and thugs, mindless stupid<br>

foul-mouthed grubs, you couldn't even raffle a chook in a pub! Barnyard bullies, crims and ghouls, dullards, dimwits,<br>

ninnies, clowns and fools and born-to-rules, over here we're born to rule you - you dishonest crew, you almost make me spew!<br>

Loopy intellectual hoboes! Brain-damaged dummies and desperadoes! Hare-brained hillbilly cheats, cheats, cheats! Well,<br>

they'll always be<br>

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KEATING AND BAND:<br>

Cheats! Cheats! Cheats!<br>

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KEATING:<br>

Useless motley corporate crooks and clots! Stunned mullet rustbucket boxheads! Scumbags and alley cats! You wanna fight<br>

back? Fight back! Fight back from that!<br>

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HEWSON:<br>

Well, alright, you think you've got it made, then let the game be played - why are you so afraid? You've got the cheek to<br>

critique and shriek that we're weak - let the people decide! Let the public speak! Make a correction! Call an election! Show<br>

us your miraculous resurrection! If the people hate me and you're so great, then why you wanna make me wait?<br>

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KEATING:<br>

Because...<br>

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[Thanks to Jess for lyrics]<br>

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