It's The Real Ming
My sky is lined with silver chrome
And burnished up above;
It's all a breeze now Kennedy's
Been shifted in one shove.
I am that elder statesman, Ming,
As in the Dynasty –
I'd like to exercise my charms
So that you'll vote for me.
I am not one for pulling punch.
I'm standing – ain't it grand?
I'm never green about the gills;
My laughter isn't canned.
How I've longed to hear
(How I've longed to hear)
Just for ten mins. each day
Myself at last and my gravitas –
Let's sing the Menzies way –
It's the real Ming.
