Jacqui Lambie drinks and smokes and cocks her never mind at all the blokes and swears like a trooper one and all. Who says, say I? Not I, Sir. She as pure as the driven snow, wouldn’t say shit for sixpence, Sir. It’s a travesty of justice, it is Sir. What shall we do with a drunken Senator? What shall we do with a drunken Senator? Way! Hey! and up she rises. Way! Hey! and up she rises. Shave her belly with a rusty razor, Put her in the long boat till she’s sober, Earl-aye in the morning.