As the knitting unravels (with a lot of poetic licence)..
Oh where, Oh where can our idiot have gone'
Oh, where Oh where can he be be;
His ears are blocked and his nuts cut off
Oh where Oh where can he be?
Lost in space is where he be ;
He decided to piddle on the wrong bloody tree;
a fine, upstanding industree.
In ignorance, he opted for Chinee
Oh, The money if flowed like a river
With never a thought that giver
May want just more than a river
But the whole sodding county
When the Qld election is over
There'll be a place for old rover
In his best Elvis suit, along with the fruit
He'll be buried in style, to my merry Toot- toot – toot.
Ayup - that works -