| Big frogs in little puddles laying down the law
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| Tying bows in red tape and dont know what theyre for
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| I thought our soldiers went to war to keep Australia free
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| But big frogs in little puddles are choking you and me
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| Choking you and me
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| Old Tom staggered to the office door of a North West frontier town
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| And he cried give me food and water,
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| and Ill tell you all what Ive found
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| Yes Ive found a mountain made of iron ore
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| and thisll make the money flow
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| But the office Johnny said now steady on,
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| we must do things correct you know
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| I just cant hand out town supplies to everyone who asks
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| And youre not a resident of this here town,
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| so, youre not my business task
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| Oh but heres a requisition form, and its in triplicate if you please
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| Now steady old man, why I believe hes passed out,
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| oh I wonder where that mountain could be
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| Oh big frogs in little puddles laying down the law
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| Tying bows in red tape and dont know what theyre for
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| I thought our soldiers went to war to keep Australia free
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| But big frogs in little puddles are choking you and me
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| Choking you and me
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| Well they found old Toms iron mountain,
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| and the town grew big and fast
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| All the knobs felt quite important,
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| living down their humble past
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| And if some started asking questions,
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| well there was the good old pass the buck
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| And if little folk got in their way,
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| well it was just their bad luck
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| In the mines a young lad was killed one day so they sent the message home
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| And his mother came over a thousand miles so hed not be buried alone
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| Someone broke it to her gently, that it might be rather rough
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| A coffin made of Masonite, and the hearse just a dirty truck
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| Oh she cried a while and then she asked for flowers
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| but there were none to be had in the town
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| So they sent to the council office,
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| to see if some could be found
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| But the clerk in charge said What can I do?
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| Shell have to it in good part
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| Oh I guess he was just too busy to be bothered with a mothers heart
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| Oh big frogs in little puddles laying down the law
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| Too busy in their little worlds to know what hearts are for
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| Success and money they might have but they better not forget
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| Their puddles may dry up someday and theyll deserve the scorn they get |