Second Plebian: Peace! Let us hear what Anthony can say
Anthony: You gentle Romans-
All: Peace, ho! Let us hear him
Anthony: I come to praise, not to bury, the shoddy and the rooted -
To lament for the passing of those men, Safari suited,
Who'd flatten you with mindless glee when they got really newted
Behind the bottleshop you'd see the roughest justice done:
Yeah, it was assault and battery - but with a sense of fun,
And a drink together after, when the ambulance had come
Who would have thought you'd ever miss the barmaid's brutal snarl
And guys looking at you strange while she says, ""What's yours, darl?""
""Wanna go?"" is all you recall, before the blow and grand mal
""You gotta fucking mouth on ya,"" those moustached yobs would say
Back when being literate was something to hide away
And being mediocre meant you played in the VFA
But now everyone is talking, and it's oh so tres witty:
All those fucking DJ's and their flashy repartee -
It's always breakfast down in Hell, and radio compulsory
From McGuiness to McGuire to Douglas fucking Aiton
There's a whole new type of person that's takin' over this damn nation:
And I'm not talkin' some racist crap about Asian immigration -
If you're a yobbo now, you're rooted; no one says, ""I'll 'ave ya, pal"" -
Listen to Adrian Martin, Jon Casimir, et al:
Excellence is demanded, or the critics give you hell
Everyone's got a fucking voice - there's personae right and left:
They must learn this stuff in school: I mean, what fucking next?
Even the EG cadets crap on, then move to the London desk
Who needs another columnist to point out