Paul Keating:
Since we've been together, baby, what a ride we've had
A rollercoaster j-curve 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 a little proof

Keating and Howard:
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

Keating and Howard:
'Cos now it's up to you
Whatever you want to do...
But choose me.