| If I buy you a drink will you leave me alone?
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| I’m a bug-eyed young stranger 'round here
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| I’ll tell ye nowt ye don’t already know
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| And my brogues too thick for your ear
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| See I landed this mornin' unwashed and unfed
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| Yer man thought I were Greek, wouldn’t give me a bed
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| And I’ve walked all o' Sydney wi' a heart of pure lead
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| And a half a warm bottle of beer
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| Tho my room lay as quiet as the old guns o' Pinchgut
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| My heart beats a lonesome & steady tattoo
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| For a smile that I met on the boat frae Southampton
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| Oh Christ! |
| What am I gonnae do?
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| D’ye know I’m a full qualified engineer?
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| Tho the paper I’ve got’s no good to me here
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| We built the damned ships that brought you all here
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| All we’re good for is digging a hole!
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| Oh your frosty old evening commands me respect
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| And your sun locks its jaws on the back of me neck
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| As I pocket me pride & line up for a cheque
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| Oh Christ! |
| What am I gonnae do?
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| Oh Christ! |
| what am I gonnae do?
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| If you buy me a drink, I’ll leave you alone
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| I’ve talked your damned ears off, its time you were home
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| Spare me the floorboards, I’ll dig you a hole
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| Big enough to swallow the moon |