Know why we’ve stuffed our good and great because?
Let’s palm this answer down like ruck to rover:
it’s baby boomer party time in Oz.

            Ask Renee, ask Raelene, Rhonda, Roz
and each will turn to screeching like a plover:
‘Know why we’ve stuffed our good and great because?

All day we’ve swatted blowie, cockroach, moz,
howling, as we flailed their endless hover,
“It’s baby boomer party time in Oz!”’

            Yet more than has-beens this crowd never was.
Mere loose no balls thumped past extra cover.
Know why we’ve stuffed our good and great because?

Well work these out (nay, I prithee coz):
white fools in dreadlocks hollering ‘Yo mother!
It’s baby boomer party time in Oz!’

            Lusting legs, arse, tits, mouth, eyes and schnoz
(no other way folks, just that kind of lover!)
know why we’ve stuffed our good and great? Because,
baby, it’s boomer party time in Oz!