For the Australians of a Certain Age who will understand immediately. Too difficult to explain for others.. One shot recording, no he's not singing it too fast, he needs to learn the words. Not to mention the music.
lyrics
DEAR BETTY: re. DEAR JOHN
by Andrew Male & Tim Fatchen
Dear Betty,
I haven’t written for a while,
Must apologise,
We’ve been busy as one-armed bricklayers
Would not believe your eyes
I know you’ve got your work cut out,
I’ll keep it short, and then I’m off
But down here in Australia, Bett,
We’ve all had a gutsful of Gough
VERSE 1
Now I understand that you’re the Queen,
With better things to do,
And he could save us all some work
If he’d just piss-off, shoot through
But he can’t get it through that scone of his,
He’s made some dreadful blues
Gough needs the Don’t Come Monday
And that needs to come from you
CHORUS
Jeez don’t I know it’s a terrible show
Full of things we’ll always regret
But the line he won’t toe
Gough’s gotta go
And that’s gotta come from you, Bett, Bett,
The line he won’t toe
Gough’s gotta go
That's gotta come from you, Bett,
Bett, you bet
VERSE 2
He’s got some mates in the Emirates
Started a hell of a Barney...
Just got on the phone, teed up a loan
With a bludger called Khemlani
Anyhow Australia won’t forget you Bett
You’ve been a damned good Queen to us
Perhaps you could call him to London
Perhaps ease him under a bus?
CHORUS
Jeez don’t I know it’s a terrible show
Full of things we’ll always regret
But the line he won’t toe
Gough’s gotta go
And that’s gotta come from you, Bett, Bett,
The line he won’t toe
Gough’s gotta go
That's gotta come from you, Bett,
Bett, you bet
VERSE 3 half instrumental
I don't know why you haven't grabbed the phone Bett
And done my dirty work for me
You're failing in your queenly duty
I need, I want it done, can't you see?
TWISTED CHORUS
Jeez I don’t know it was a terrible show
And the push I’ll always regret
But Mal's line he wouldn’t toe
Gough just had to go
But you didn't help me out, Bett, Bett,
Mal's line he wouldn’t toe
Gough just had to go
But you didn't help me out, Bett, Bett,
You didn't help me out, dead set,
That's why >>I << shoved Gough off the cliff,
Bett, Bett, you bet.
EXTRO RECIT
“Just thinking back about things, Bett
And things down here could be better
Would you mind ducking down to the Mail Room,
And burning my previous letters?“
The cutting satire, cruel humor, blue angst and general mayhem of the dark alter ego of Tim Fatchen. And the alter ego's
alter egos. And occasional or persistent collaborators, including strange shack dwellers from Wallaroo in the most recent release.
Where is Wallaroo? Nothing to see here, move along......more
