| It’s just a modern world we live in, but why do they pick on me
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| Why just the other week my missus had the cheek to talk me into a va-sec-tom-y
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| At first it never clicked that I was gettin' nicked, I thought it was to test
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| virility
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| Than after I went through it, ten days we couldn’t do it and then the doctor
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| said to me
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| I couldn’t believe it folks — He said please blow into this bag, please sir
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| What? |
| — to test your capability
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| I beg your pardon? |
| — we're cutting down on accidents
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| I said are you fair dinkum — He said please blow into this bag and we’ll see
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| Well — I couldn’t believe it at first but you know what they say about doctors
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| orders
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| So he gave me the little bag and ushered me into the little room with all the
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| pin-ups
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| Grubby little room it was, too, and I came back with my little bag
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| And the doctor was quite satisfied, and so was I
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| It’s just a modern world we live in, there’s knew fangled things every day
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| The cop said I was speedin', accordin' to his readin'
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| But I was three kilometers away
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| I was feelin' pretty mad when he took out his pad, I tried to stay as calm as I
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| could be
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| He found a bawldy tread, he saw my eyes were red
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| And then he said this strange thing to me — I said what again?
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| He said please blow into this bag, please sir
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| I said hang on — to test your capability
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| What? |
| — we're cutting down on accidents
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| I said are you fair dinkum — He said please blow into this bag and we’ll see
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| Well this time I really was shaken up, the cop could see I was a bit excited
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| He said well you better take a good grip on yourself son
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| So I went around behind a big gum tree and came back with my little bag
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| Well you can imagine what happened
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| It’s just a modern world we live in, I’m feelin' very sad and pale
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| The judge said I was sick and threw me in the nick
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| And missus said she wouldn’t pay the bail
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| So take it from a fool like me, beware of quacks and boys in blue
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| I’m feelin' pretty bruised so don’t you get confused
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| I’d catch a train if I was you-ou
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| All together now — please blow into this bag, please sir
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| Ahh, It sends a shiver down my spine
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| Please blow into this bag, please sir
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| If the women don’t get you, it’s the wine |