(To the tune of Kingston Town)

Down the Bay all the Knights of Jay

 sip cocktails on the deck of Kevin Foley's yacht

With every drink the ship did sink

for the Wets were caught in a Right Wing Plot

      And I'm sad to say that it's Goodbye, Jay

     We won't see you come Election Day

     Your polls are down, no chance to turn them around

     and little Adelaide will be a Liberal Town

They sold the power, they sold the land

they sold everything that was at hand

and then they went a step too far

they sold the water to KBR

Down North Terrace you can hear

all the lobbyists running to and fro

making a slick Banana Republique

just like Jamaica and Mexico

Down the Bay all the knights of Jay

are standing on the jetty and they've lost the plot

They'll wank the plank, and they've Kev to thank

Cos Foley's sailed away on his luxury yacht.

      And I'm sad to say that it's Goodbye, Jay

     We won't see you come Election Day

     Your polls are down, no chance to turn them around

     and little Adelaide will be a Liberal Town

(Lyrics Public Domain)