Choose Me

The fun with this one was live – in getting the two contenders out into the audience to ‘press the flesh’, and in giving the band some downtime to just, y’know, play.

PAUL KEATING:
Since we’ve been together, baby, what a ride we’ve had
A rollercoaster j-curbe through the good times and the bad
And maybe you got the blues
But if you have to choose
Then choose me.

JOHN HOWARD:
You gave him your devotion and he treated you so cruel
You took him to the top and now he takes you for a fool
Who don’t you break it up?
It’s time to shake it up
And choose me.
Dislocation, deprivation, well it’s more than you should stand

KEATING:
Working Nation transformation needs a sure and steady hand
We’ll be smarter, it gets harder, but we’ve got to push on through

HOWARD:
You don’t need it! Why believe it? What’s your country done for you?
I’ll pick you pretty flowers, babe, and bring ’em to your door

KEATING:
Am I the only one to whom that promise sounds non-core?

HOWARD:
No, I always tell the truth

KEATING:
I think we need some proof

BOTH:
So choose me.

KEATING:
We had trouble, burst our bubble, but recovery is here

HOWARD:
I don’t trust it, he’ll just bust it, gonna prick your brick veneer

KEATING:
Honest Johnny, later on, we gonna see a GST?

HOWARD:
No I swear it, I declare it, that will never ever be!

KEATING:
So tell me truly, baby, is it him or is it me?

HOWARD:
Take a lolly, baby, think it over carefully

BOTH:
‘Cos now it’s up to you
Whatever you want to do…
But choose me.