Bruce Ruxton, "The Mouth Of The South" and long time president of the Retired Servicemen's League [RSL], remained one of the most outspoken conservatives in Victoria throughout the 70's, 80's and 90's. There was a time when hardly a news article was run that didn't have "Mr. Ruxton's" opinion appended to it. This song is a humble tribute to his great contribution to the Australian public psyche.
lyrics
We heard the news and were exited/Read the manifesto and where delighted/Have heard the truth and he's our man/To get this country out of the can/Somebody call an election quick/This pansy government is making us sick/Send an old-age digger to Parliament House/Ruxton's at the helm and we think that's grouse/We're punk rockers for Ruxton/Give Australia back its pride/Throw in the books/Singing round the fire/Oh goody everybody gets a job/Lick those boots and clean that bog/Get those Asians out of here/Hang the blacks and bash the queers/Fly the flag in every place/Launch satellites into outer space/Meet after work at the RSL/Singing our praises of how things turned out so well/National service makes a man of you/And if you’re a sheila there’s things you can do/Making the scones keeping the tea hot/While we keep the Indonesians on the trot/Bring back the 50's meat pies and cold beer/ANZAC parades and sheep to shear/Yes Ruxton's the one to make it come true/And you do want the lucky country don't you?
supported by 7 fans who also own “Ruxton for P.M.”
I cannot praise this album enough. This album is absolutely terrifying! The many starts and stops creates this very h settling tension. Each start expands on the stopper idea previously. It’s like the music equivalent of walking through thick fog while passing out multiple times throughout trying to find a place to orientate yourself. There may or may not be something sinister in that fog, but you don’t want to stick around to find out. Bought the vinyl so I summon the fog demons through spe showhornwithteeth