A long long time ago
I can still remember how
That music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those Kiwi's dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But March 2022 made me shiver
With every newspaper I delivered
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
Photo credit The BFD.
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about how Ardern lied
Something touched me deep inside
The day New Zealand died, So
Bye, bye Miss New Zealand Pie
Drove my Hilux to the river but the river was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that we die
This'll be the day that we die
Did you write the book of love
Or is the communist manifesto in your glove
Do you hate the Bible so?
Do you believe in rock and roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
Or are you so far gone that you just don't know?
Well, I know you are in love with yourself
'Cause I saw you dancin' with the press
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, they dig those fascist blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a Hilux truck
But I knew Ardern had F#&cked it up
The day the music died
I started singin'
Bye, bye Miss New Zealand Pie
Drove my Hilux to the river but the river was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that we die
This'll be the day that we die

Wibble is a bit of an enigma, but so far nobody seems to know which bit. His name is derived from Blackadder, and yet he is neither black nor an adder, though he can indeed add quite well, puzzling indeed?...