The two fifties he used to pay were suspicious
in her eyes
So the cashier she then sent those notes to the bank
The bank they told the coppers, who stopped
their little prank
You see the Megaloudis brothers, they had a real
good bash
They got themselves some printers and made some
dodgy cash
They could’ve churned out millions; they had a
heap of gear
But how to wash the currency, they just had no
idea
A dodgy cover story, Pete’s alias forgot
A run down place on Kurnell beach, they thought
they had the lot
“We’re printing for the Government, cash and
cheques” they said
“Flags and banners for St George, white adorned
with red”
Nick was an electrician; well he was some time
ago
He couldn't fix a chop stick, but he was keen to
have a go
So he fiddled with the printers, every one he
fixed then broke
So they telephoned the techo’s, well what a
bloody master stroke
The coppers they were watching, every move the
brothers made
Listening to their phone calls, where Nick
called a spade a spade
“We gotta shift this money”, he told his best
mate Tim
Take it to the tourist traps, chance of
detection it is slim
But back here in Australia, Nick was printing
every night
Both he and Pete were desperate, trying to get
the notes just right
But still the coppers watched them, just waiting
for the time
To execute the warrant, and to arrest them for
their crime
And the Feds were all over them, and they were
listening in
Fat Pete was snoring on the phone, they recorded
with a grin
Their plans were discussed in code, that a two
year old could break
About where they should “burn” their notes, swap
real ones for the fakes
Twenty-four November was the date they had
selected
To enter all the premises where crimes had been
detected
Five premises they raided, and much evidence was
seized
Six defendants were in custody, and the coppers
they were pleased
The trials began, the pleas were made,
negotiations they began
Briefs compiled, indictments signed, the
prosecution had a plan
Nick was the main player, his role in time
evolved
Pete was just plain lazy, but Tim was heavily
involved
The notes were fine, they looked real good, but
the crims they were so dumb
Way too much talking on the phone, meant their
plan had come undone
Hours of film surveillance, of telephonic
conversation
And in the end, Tim, Nick and Pete, are each
enjoying incarceration
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