If We Could Talk to the Bureaucrats

The Sixth Shiny Bum Songbook

with more

Work Songs of the Public Service

as performed by the

Shiny Bum Singers

If We Could Talk to the Bureaucrats, A5, 48pp. ISBN 987 1 876668 15 0. Price: $7.00 (Australian dollars)

A new regime inevitably means a new razor gang, but for dedicated Shiny Bums, death by a thousand efficiency dividends just means greater productivity in the faithful recording of Public Service shenanigans.

Thirty eight more work songs of the Public Service, plus photos..

The choir of the UK Met Office singing Shiny Bums songs, watched by visiting Shiny Bums on their UK tour.


These are the songs in this book:

Favourite Things
Unnamed Malady
Down to the Bank and the GIO
Tiptoe through the Egos
Iím Leaving on a Jet Plane
Someone Shafted Evelyn
Workiní Through the Spam
Googling in Windows
Evacuation Serenade
Too Soon
Man of Not Much Sorrow
No Work, No Work
Donít Cry for Me, Iím the Cleaner
If Youíre Going to Work Past Fifty
The Aussie Public Service
Provider Ten Three Five
Request from a Constituent
APS Values
Haka Before Battle In Senate Estimates Committee
Keep it Short
Laptops in the Sky
Telephone Call Centre
If We Could Talk to the Bureaucrats
I Hate Pollies on Telly
Iíve Been Working on the Wheat Board
Smug the Smarmy Treasurer
Ah Got Mah Bozos Working
Wouldn't It Be Loverly
Ministerial Responsibility
Folly, Folly What a Liar
We Will Sack You
Howard Times Come Again No More
Kevin Rudd
This Ole Lodge
Interest Rates are Rising
How Peculiar

Here is the title song from the book.

If We Could Talk to the Bureaucrats

Tune: If We Could Talk to the Animals

If we could talk to the bureaucrats, just imagine it,
Talking to the man in mandarin,
We could discuss with a Director, chat with an Inspector,
Tell them what a pleasure it has been.

If we could talk to the bureaucrats, learn their languages,
Maybe get a bureaucrat degree,
Study taxation and legal, audit like an eagle,
Sit on sub-committees, two or three.

Using words like "penultimate" and "vacillate",
Never knowing exactly what they mean,
Get the notes all printed up on laminate,
Before we shine them on the screen.

If we conferred with our lofty friends, us to bureaucrats,
Think of the amazing repartee,
If we could walk with the bureaucrats, talk with the bureaucrats,
Blab, converse and jaw with the bureaucrats,
Then they might talk to me

Copyright © Jim Street, 2008

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