500 people each day
Are moving interstate,
Packing up their worldly goods
And moving far away;
Giving up careers and lives
To make the Great Escape.

500 people a day
Are escaping Jeff Kennett’s regime,
Moving to New South Wales
To flee this evil fiend;
Or to the Sunshine State
To rebuild shattered dreams.

500 people each day
Search for a better land,
A place without a despot
Delivering evil commands;
A place where dreams and hopes
Can still be safely planned.

500 people per day
Are running for their lives,
Trying to regain hopes
Of which they’ve been deprived;
Trying to escape from
This evil madman’s knife.

500 people every day
Are running from the axe,
Moving far from Victoria
To avoid never-ending tax;
Fleeing from Jeff Kennett and
The knife aimed at their backs.

500 people a day
150,000 people each year,
Fleeing from a madman who
Fills their lives with fear;
Heading for better places
Where living is not so drear.