A Drinking Song Tribute to Papua New Guinea’s First Irish Prime Minister, the Honourable Peter O’Neill

There once was a man named Peter O’Neill,



With very dark skin yet an irish man’s name,



Yes Peter once tried all that bisnis stuff too,



But he never could pay his way,



Chorus:



Heads up, heads up for Peter O’Neill, he’s now the PM, ok?



HOORAY for Peter O’Neill, O’Neill, he’s managed to have his way.



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Maladina and Peter, a dream team for sure!



They took on the fund with the NPF name



They cleaned it all up then they cleaned all out,



Herman Leahy was helping, they say,



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A bladi success was that NPF theft,



‘cause they managed to hide it away,



While Jimmy got fat, our poor Peter went broke,



It was high time he learnt a new way.



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Nape plus Peter, a second team WOW!



Somare would hate them but where is he now?



The door is wide open and Peter’s walked through,



Scheming and planning to get rich anew.



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Now Abal was honest, that’s not a good trait,



In our PNG parliamentary circus of late,



Peter promised them something, we still don’t know what,



NA traitors came running to get their new cut



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How could Basil, Morauta be voting O’Neill?



Unexpected behavior or some secret deal?



Ethics be damned but hypocrisy is not,



Morning, Sam Basil!



Have you lost the plot?



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Now the Falcon is part of a government sale,



The money is flowing but where lies the trail?



Let’s begin with a slush fund, a trust fund or two,



Plus some Cayman accounts for the loyalty crew



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A truly great conman some dozens will say,



Pete knows about this but stays out of the fray,



He says from now on stealing's clearly tambu,



But is NPF on Peter’s list to pursue?



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The world might be laughing but Peter smiles big,



He’s back in the money in his fancy new gig,



The honest support him, the corrupt are in awe,



Cairn’s Somares are jealous and Chan still looks small,



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Now it’s time to reward NA conmen and more,



Campaigns cost big bucks, this the voters make sure,



Give out kina, brown cartons, and projects to boot,



It’s whole lotta money, so where is the loot?



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It’s our government funds that new pollies now grab,



They’d better act fast ‘cause they know it won’t last,



Mauswara out front about wiping out graft,



while over in Cairns they all wine, dine and laugh.



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Free this and free that, our ol Peter proclaims,



“School fees are now finished and I’ll be to blame,”



Now how are they going to pay for all that?



More mines and more land grabs, and other such crap?



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We once had a country quite rich and secure,



The people were happy, no money it’s true,



But equality ruled and the konmen stayed low,



Now times are a changing, ExxonMobil and all,



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Look, streets are a humming, POM’s towers do glow,



Yet our resources are leaving and our wealth hardly shows,



The economy’s been growing so why're we left out?



And though silence is golden, how come we won't shout?



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Our clinics lack drugs and the schools have no books,



While potholes abound making bodies all shook,



Our kids lack the service that once graced our land,



‘Cause so much was stolen by government hands,



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Look, voting is only a few months away,



We know that they’re stealing, close our eyes and just pray,



While we bend down our heads, Peter claps with great glee,



If that makes you cross, then please join us and scream…

-Submited by the Irish Beer Drinkers of Badili