| Hey, did you ever wake up in the morning
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| On the wrong side of the bed
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| A bit confused and yawning
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| You go straight out the back to your shed
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| Yeah, all Australian boys need a shed
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| A place where he can go, somewhere to clear his head
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| To think about the things his woman said
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| Yeah, all Australian boys need a shed
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| A joint to learn to read an' write, to work on his bike at night
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| To grow up as he likes, to grow anything under lights
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| A place to keep his tools, nuts and bolts and drills
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| To hang a hide, to hide the dry or hang to pay the bills
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| Well my old shed, she leaks a bit, the roof is caving in
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| Nothing that a bloke can’t fix with a few spare sheets of tin
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| The beams are old telegraph poles, white ants have eaten out
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| She creaks and sways on windy days and leans towards the south
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| (optional verse)
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| And there’s a fridge in the corner with a few cans on the ice
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| And a calendar from the tire service hangs above the vice
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| All the pictures so far are easy on the eye
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| But I’ve had a sneaky preview and I can’t wait for July
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| Yeah, all Australian boys need a shed
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| At the back of the shed where the dogs are fed near last years bails of Lucerne
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| Sticky tall green leaves came up from thrown out seeds
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| All it took was bantam poop, I watered 'em once and they grew some
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| They should be prime 'bout Easter time if no nosy neighbor steals 'em
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| Yeah, all Australian boys need a shed
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| To weld up broken gates, a place for all his mates
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| To come 'round Sunday arvo' for a jam
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| A place to make a racket, to find the pipe and pack it
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| To think about the things his woman said
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| Yeah, all Australian boys need a shed
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| Yeah, all Australian boys need a shed
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| Yeah, all Australian boys need a shed |