I could never see a tomorrow
From behind those old Kamanka walls
My family seemed a distant memory
But I knew a kid needed to have balls

A twelve year old without family
A nearby brother or a mate
Lost in a system of government control
Donated like a prize, a ward of the State

Mother I cried night after night
What is it I have done?
At only twelve years of age
Why desert this son

And four years have now passed
The walls of Kamanka are still the same
My family has gone forever
It seems that I am to blame

A Sister said you stole a bike
And embarrassed your Mum and Dad
So they put you away you demon
For five years of your young life, how sad

Could it really have been?
Those times were kind of rough
With money being so scarce in trapping
Old Joe found provisions tough

They turned up in the children’s court
The day my sentence went down
And Mum and dad both agreed
He’d be better off accommodated by the Crown

My worst memory of life is clear
When I became a crown possession that day
Mum and Dad just turned their heads
And both parents I loved walked away

Somewhere up in Mudgeeraba
Upon a rocky hill of clay
We formed the Mudgy darts club
That will live on til’ this day

There was Aaron handsome Elvis
And the famous Uncle Paul
And crazy little Pete
Who just loved to have a ball?

There was long suffering others
Who thought that they could play?
And take old Sedley’s dart crown,
Well that’d be the day

And the son’s whom Old Sedley loved
Would often have a go
To beat the champ at “three O One”
But they never got to crow

The Mudgy darts club was a special place
Where world problems could be solved
By the Mudgy darts club players
Men all very bold

And more imaginative we did become
As the four X did its job
Our arses all planted on plaster buckets
Regaling stories with Dear Old Bob

And who can form the love of life
Kiss the lovers of an easy world
A free place where our hearts are found
Just waiting
Rock on oh! Rock on
Let’s love everyone as they show joy
In St Kilda
There’s a party going on

Never
Will I not stand?
Never will I abandon a cause that is just
I will die for my integrity
My courage
My love of a fair go
But never will I contribute lucre or labour
To an establishment
That charges me for water

I’ll Round you bastards up and shoot
Get off my land
And you call yourself a representative of my people
Who are you representing up here?
Me or the sheep
Or do you simply represent stupidity
Cleverly disguised as power
What, and now you want me to pay for my water
It only rained twice last week
First for three days and then for four
Are you aware?
I built this dam on a desert land
My labour my money my sweat and tears
Me and my neighbours
It’s just a hole in the ground
I turned this desert into a gun place
Hard work got me here
Hard work gave my animals a drink
No bloody government offered these animals a hope
And me any chance of fulfilling a dream
And the hole in the ground that trapped the water was my doing
You bastards
Now I have to pay for water that would once have evaporated or run away
You haven’t got me yet
For my property has for practical purpose several gates
Only when you toll them will both I and my sheep be buggered
And I think I got it right first time
I’ll Round you bastards up and shoot
Get off my land

What
And that is your best effort
You will threaten me
You will be a martyr
Blow the fuck out of my countrymen
with your strap on orgasm
You fool
You did just that
But now
No one can find you to thank you

It echoed through our gang for years
That someone made it rich
And buried a mega store of pennies
In an unmarked secret ditch

A group of mates formed a pact
To never attend that treasure alone
And all sworn members must be present
At the counting of any loan

Mysterious owners of this wealth
Are still unknown to this day
But rumour and innuendo
May soon give them away

Many years have folded now
A score and a decade at least
Since Webster’s treasure abounded
To produce a copper feast

Sleuths will try forever
To track a man, a name, a face
And nominate who moved the pennies
From a paddock called Webster’s place.

And the message I am sending
Is of a mystery still pending
Will the Webster paddock pennies
Ever find a happy ending

Rumour has it that they will
But we need a sleuth with abnormal skill
To solve the mystery of the pennies
That disappeared near Holden Hill

It has to be a remarkable fact
Such a treasure could be found in tact
And whoever may be the culprits
Why not one of them has cracked

And someone talked of five hundred quid
The trunk held upon lifted lid
But who could hide such riches back then
It’s pretty obvious someone did

Would the pepper trees whisper a name?
Of an older sibling of Vietnam fame
You’ll just have to stay tuned my loves
And play the cryptic of this game

And nigh on forty years ago
Webster’s paddock held the clue
Of all the missing pennies
And an owner no one knew

But still the mystery does remain
Today tis’ not one idea
As to who found all that treasure
And how was it buried so near

Maybe one of Old Joe’s kids
Somehow chanced upon the yield
They often crossed old Lyons road
And played in Webster’s field

But still the eerie thought remains
Of how many pennies were found
And why was it so necessary
To bury them underground

Not known by Old Joe and Betty’s kids
Was that treasure did abound
In the form of many pennies
If only it could be found

And big brothers were free to roam
The paddocks and the plains
Searching the run down houses
That hid those monetary gains

A penny from Mum or Dad
Would set us little kids alight
And off to the delicatessen for lollies, we’d go
Then back home for the fight

A single penny was a treat
Of proportions like Uluru
Just imagine the excitement for us kids
If we happened upon two

But there’s a tale of fair veracity
That happened to my ear
The treasure of Webster’s paddock
Was found and buried near

Now Old Lyons road is a special place
And has a wonderful history
But who found Webster’s treasure
I think I’ll keep a mystery