April 2: Honest Eddie ...

My name is Honest Eddie, the king of Sydney Water Holdings

They wouldn't let me keep the mines, my portfolio is folding

I’ve got fingers in so many pies I could use a few more hands

But every time I try to make a buck they want to get me banned

I’ve got two boys who help me out with the magic that I weave

I’ve got a flash house out in Lebanon that I’ll live in when I leave

Assuming that I won’t get done, and spend my later years in jail

Don’t try to prosecute me, all your charges they will fail

I bought some land in New South Wales; I did so fair and square

But I got some inside knowledge, there were coal seams under there

I bought it for a pittance, got some cash from my good mates

And I’ll lease it back to the Government at Eddie’s best mate’s rates

Eddie Junior is my eldest boy, and Moses number two

He bought a chunk of Holdings, which got him in the poo

He forgot it cost three million bucks, what a silly little lad

He really should have tried to recall, so much could go so bad

Now I’ve got a mate called Arthur, who’s in tad of trouble

Running Sydney Water put him deep into a puddle

Not the kind he hoped for when he became a paid Director

In the witness box at ICAC he’s the human lie detector

What do we have in common, my family and pollie friends

Every single thing we do is a means towards and end

Our end, to fund a lifestyle with so much cash it isn’t funny

And the best thing about it is we’ve done it with your money