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“Albo’s Weak Knees” (to be sung loud with a beer in hand) Verse 1 Albo walked in with a suit and a grin, Said “Mate, where do I even begin?” Cost of livin’, rent too high, Then he bent down once and nearly cried. Pre-Chorus Ohhh no, what’s that sound? That’s both his knees just lettin’ him down. Chorus Albo’s got weak knees, weak knees, mate Tryna run the country but he can’t skate, Talks real big on the TV screen, But he groans gettin’ up from the damn couch seat. Weak knees, weak knees, hey! Needs WD-40 by the end of the day, From Parliament House to the servo queue, Those knees are gone and we all knew. Verse 2 Walked through Brisbane in polished shoes, Shakin’ hands, dodgin’ bad news, Someone yelled “Oi! Fix petrol too!” He said “I would, mate… if I could move.” Pre-Chorus Ohhh no, down he goes, One bad squat and it’s game over, bro. Chorus Albo’s got weak knees, weak knees, mate Tryna act chill but he limps off late, Promises fly like a Bunnings fan, But his legs say “nah, not again.” Weak knees, weak knees, oi! Every staircase kills the joy, He can lead the nation if he’s sittin’ down, But don’t ask him to do a lap round town. Bridge Needs a brace, maybe two, Bit of Deep Heat and a better shoe, Country’s cooked and the bills ain’t cheap, And even Albo’s joints can’t take this heat. Final Chorus Albo’s got weak knees, weak knees, mate One more budget and they’ll separate, Smile for cameras, wave real slow, Then quietly ask where the ice packs go. Weak knees, weak knees, sing! Politics and pain ain’t a brand-new thing, From Canberra down to the local RSL, His knees said “bro… go sit down as well.” If you want, I can also make it: more savage / funnier, more bogan, or into a proper rap version 😎 JAY WILSON women