CHORUS
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Rotary’s running through and through you
We’ll pass the cabernet to you
While Rotary marches on.
John Calnin as our President is really second to none
He can organise a golf day and make sure you haven’t won
He keeps us all in order once the meeting has begun
We salute him as number one.
With secretary and bowling Vic’s a very busy man
He operates the email - to contact all the clan
He’s tried electronics as a cyber bowling plan
But you can’t beat natural class.
We have a Scottish treasurer - a terrible mistake
He refuses to sign any cheques, he thinks we’re on the take
Our finances are healthy - but FRED give us a break
Release some funds sometime.
Geoff Ford still does the raffle for the Ballarat South prize
He’s enlisted help from Wally - that choice was “oh so wise”
They’re breaking all the records - to nobody’s surprise
The sales go on and on.
The market has adopted - a militaristic tone
With Phil in charge; salutes a must; to bowing we are prone.
The car attendants wear slouch hats and march from row to row
The drivers fall in line.
Powerpoint presentations have a brand new meaning now
Richard’s raised the standard - all we can say is “wow”
His electronic skills ensure it eventually works somehow
We’ve reached the modern age.
Geoff - e - rey and Ingrid bring some class into the Grove.
The salesman and the kitchen maid might well sell you a stove.
He’s often overseas you know and tells us that he drove.
Beware the salesman spin.
The Waltons from the pigg-ery, help Rotary gardens grow
Pig manure is the best - Bill will tell you so.
Marion’s seniors dinner kept - all of us on the go
And everyone well fed.
We picked him up from Richmond in the big pre season draft
Some said he was just OK - others called us daft
But Dick is now a member who is ready with a laugh
As he tries to master golf.
We accepted that - Helen was a member of the team
But then we heard that Richard - was liking what he’d seen
His application approval was the closest that we’d seen
So now we’re stuck with both.
The Werribee town planner drives sedately to her work
She carries out her duties - and nothing does she shirk
But have you seen our Heather when she really goes beserk
On her motor bike machine.
Alex has been hobb-erling from trouble with his knee
He stopped the operation when he had to pay a fee
With Alison he now plays bridge, a more sed-a-ate scene
They’re the Irish Protea team.
We have a group of firemen, all fine upstanding chaps
But the station wasn’t big enough - or they’re too big perhaps
Just look at the circum-fer -ence of Martin, John and Bob
And add it up yourself
We’re in fear and trepidation of next year with Rodney Greer
He says he’s really very nice we’ve nothing much to fear
With fun and noisy bluster - our jobs will all be clear
Be ready for the task.
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