We Want a Paper Mill

We're going to build a paper mill that we con call our own
A mill that no one else at all can steal,
For we've got timber here galore
And a Geothermal bore,
The Yanks have even offered us a deal.
When we come home at night they're always waiting,
When we refuse, you ought to hear them yell—
We're going to build a paper mill that we can call our own
And tell the rest of them to go to hell.

We're going to build a paper mill that we can call our own
To send the paper rolling out in streams,
And the weighty World Bank wallahs
With their weighty wads of dollars
Will have to tear up paper in their dreams.
We'll keep the daily papers of the nation
Supplied for all their news and comic-strips,
With paper from the mill that we shall call our own—
To wrap up all the nation's fish-and-chips.