Lyrics Wobbly Boot (Featuring Rolf Harris) - Slim Dusty, Rolf Harris

Wobbly Boot (Featuring Rolf Harris)

When I was a lad, I remember me Dad
Comin' home late Friday nights
Mum’d be there, she’d give him a glare
'Cause he’d be high as a kite
He’d say, «Sorry I’m late, I had a couple with the mates
And we started to sing a few songs
And the next thing you know, it was time to go
And I had the wobbly boot on…»
Now, me uncle’s the same, he was never to blame
When he came to our house
He’d light up the barbie, rip the top of a stubby
And sit there quiet as a mouse
But later in the evenin' when he was leavin'
Even though he was wearin' thongs
He’d say to me: «I'm a bit shaky —
I think I got me wobbly boot on»
Oh, it’s a curse, there ain’t nothin' worse
Makes you feel like a big galoot
When you’re standin' there, full of cheer
And somethin' goes wrong with your boot
You feel like a fool, you try to be cool
But you know it’s no use
So you blame it on your wobbly, wobbly
Blame it on your wobbly boot
Your wobbly, wobbly boot