| It was Barry’s dad that committed the deed
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| That mapped out the life young Barry would lead
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| Eagle on his chest, he’d roar at the wilderness
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| 'till the stars came out in his own head
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| Now he waits at the post office for delivery
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| Walks down to the Talbot, just in time for tea
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| At least at the hostel, they won’t steal your steaks
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| My name is Barry and I brought my own plate
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| Well he’d ride with me, spit on me, take me on in Crown street
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| He crossed that road like a river
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| Painter and Docker, piss-head boxer
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| But a Rose of Australia was mad Barry
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| Dog in the moonlight, gentleman when he was right
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| He just dropped dead in the bottle shop of the Gaslight
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| I met Barry’s boy driving him to Mc Kinnon (which is a detox unit)
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| He confessed to me he’d been doin' it hard
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| Looked like his dad, only braver
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| Well I might have helped him if I could just give the drink away |