Strewth mate, you sprung me fair
I was just having a sickie
The weather's nice to go for swim
So grabbed me cossies and spare daks
Behind I left the little Vegemites
The missus there to mind them
Jumped into me Kingswood and bugger me
The bloody thing was on the blink
Fair dinkum mate, I tell no lie
I'm not one who wants to skite
The trouble and strife came out to fix
With hammer banged under the bonnet
'Give it a burl' she soon yelled
And blow me the old girl started
Quick as a wink I'm off you see
The big drink is calling me
So here I am with the rank and file
Trying to have a bit of peace
Now with all the trouble that I've had
You give me my walking papers
Mate, I think you're off your trolley
So take your job and just quietly
You can shove it where the sun don't shine