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Vat 59. May 18-June 1, 1959

Transport

page 7

Transport

Results can be produced, but...

Results can be produced, but...

Motor transport really got a new lift when Kuri Puku bright boy, Dave Brown left the sticks en route for Kittsburgh. The slap-up country tourer was mobilised with little persuasion although a show of temperament was displayed.

The Old Car Song

This old car's been with the family
Nigh on five and forty years:
Her old heart packs up occasionally,
And it brings us close to tears.

This ancient jalopy
Has a top that is floppy
And a chassis of tin:
She makes a helluva din
When we go out for a spin.

Like a mechanical demon
She's deliberately schemin'
To drive all of us nuts—
But we'll say this—she's got guts;
She runs on whisky or gin.

Whenever she falls apart.
Or she refuses to start,
We never worry or fret;
We treat her just like a pet
And take her down to the vet.

She might not be a Rolls-Royce
But she's the obvious choice,
If you make driving an art;
You've simply got to have heart;
Oh, why the hell won't she start ?

Bowling across the Waiouru Desert, the family limousine caught-up with two tramp-like figures none other than Walter and Best Friend, walking because the Government Jag had gone on a jag. Information and greetings crossed rapidly; Labour Boss Wal fast concluded that he and Quagmire should be in on the gin racket—won Dave over to their side with soft soap re loyalty to country. Jubilant, they continued.

We're Busy Doing Nothing

We're busy doing nothing

Political genii
Trying to dream up a new alibi
Were busy going everywhere
Isn't it just a crime
We'd like to cut your taxes but
We never do have the time.

I've just made an appointment to open some skating rinks
And Barnett wants some money to build some fancy clinks
I wouldn't miss the opening of the national tiddly-winks
Hustle, bustle, a couple of fading pinks.

We've lost a lot of voters from riding on their backs
Our revenue from last year is lying round in sacks
I'm cooking up a budget that's going to ax the tax
Rumpus, dump us, financial maniacs.

They're busy doing nothing
Parliamentarians
They're just a couple of nearly also rans
We're busy going everywhere
Isn't it just a crime
They'd like to cut your taxes but
They never do have the time.