Lyrics: Company B. Keating! The Musical. The Mateship.

JOHN HOWARD:
Hang on a tic, just let me talk
'Cos you can tell by the way I use my walk
I'm just a bloke, a normal bloke, and nothing more
I've got my home, I've got my health
I've got my lovely wife and kids,
I've got no tickets on myself
I'm just a bloke, an Aussie bloke, to the core.

So you know that I'd be grateful to the nation at large
If you thought it was appropriate to put me in charge

HOWARD AND BAND:
Of the Mateship - anchors away!

HOWARD:
We've decided you're invited to stay!

HOWARD AND BAND:
On the Mateship - welcome aboard!

HOWARD:
We could find a better kind of accord, uh-huh-huh.

Well I can jibe, and I can tack
So let the skipper take the clipper to Gallipoli and back
I'll be a bloke, an Aussie bloke, with Digger pride
We wouldn't mix with other crews
We won't consult with any cult promoting multiple views
We'll just be blokes. Dinkum blokes. Bona fide.

And I'd look to the community defending the land
If you took the opportunity to give me command

HOWARD AND BAND:
Of the Mateship - hoisting the sail!

HOWARD:
Never throw a baby over the rail!

HOWARD AND BAND:
On the Mateship - flying the flag!

HOWARD:
You'll be clamouring to carry a swag, uh-huh-huh.

HOWARD AND BAND:
Mates would die for a mate
Mates are worth their weight in gold
Mates can rely on a mate

HOWARD:
So I'm told...

Now I'm a man, I'm not a boy
When they say Aussie Aussie Aussie I say Oy oy oy!
Like any bloke, a rugged bloke, pretty tough
It's catching on, it's all the rage
Why even now I look around and see no women on the stage
Only blokes - Aussie blokes!

BAND MEMBER:
Hey, I'm a Kiwi!

HOWARD:
Close enough.

You could dwell upon tomorrow and the sorrow you feel
Or set a course for yesterday and give me the wheel

HOWARD AND BAND:
Of the Mateship - rounding the boy!

HOWARD:
No political correctness ahoy!

HOWARD AND BAND:
On the Mateship - anchors aweigh!

HOWARD:
We'll decide if you're invited to stay!
On the Mateship...

(Thanks to Jess for these lyrics)