Colin F. Jones

WHEN…

When I was knocking around in the big smoke
Humping my swag for the military there,
I roasted my spuds with a Sheila, no joke,
Who took to me like a flea to a bear
Her tucker bag was overloaded with munga,
I had enough foliage to carry me through,
So It wasn’t likely we’d suffer from hunger,
Well what more could a country bloke do.
Struth mate, I was off like a rat up a rafter,
When I discovered she had another bloke bigger than me,
And I was aware who the bugger was after,
So it was time for this bloke to flee.
So if you come down to the smoke for a visit,
Make sure the Sheila you cotton-on-to is free.