From Jen:
Inspired by a “hum” first thing this morning I have created a new version of
TIE ME KANGAROO DOWN. ( an Aussie favourite)
We want your inspirations too: feel free to add your own verses.
Spoken:
An old yachtie lay under his sail: sighing and drying;
In his last gasps he said to his love:
Sung:
Can you grab me some beer, Dear
Can you grab me a beer;
‘Been twelve hours and I’m feeling the fear, Dear
A carton of Boags if you’re near......altogether now
(Chorus)
Tie me anchor chain down, boys
Tie me anchor chain down;
We don’t want dragging all 'round boys
So tie me anchor chain down.
Don't be such a big goose, Bruce
Don't be such a big goose;
A bowline isn't a noose, Bruce
Its more fun sailing when it's loose!!!....altogether now
Post cards to people we know, Joe
Post cards to people we know;
The internet’s running real slow, Joe
Snail mail’s THE way to go.....altogether now
Weather pants a little too tight, right?
Weather pants a little too tight;
Turn them ‘round and they’ll fit you alright, (might)
Wore backwards they look such a fright!!......altogether now
Bake me a fresh loaf of bread, Fred
Bake me a hot loaf of bread;
Hold back on the laxatives I said, Fred
Cos’ I’m not blocking up the head. (toilet).......altogether now
Go set the main sail again, Glenn
Set the main sail again;
We’re flapping and off course again, Glenn
I’m comfy, resting in the den.......altogether now
The dinghy’s found the wind vane, Shane
The painter’s found the wind vain;
Untangling is a real pain, Shane
Mutiny: is home on the plane.......altogether now
Nice, will have to add a blues verse.
ReplyDeleteBruce
Bruce said it
ReplyDeleteBruuuuce its not you thats a gooooooooosssse
ReplyDeleteAustralian Favourite!
ReplyDeleteI would die of mortification if people thought that was my favourite :-)
Linda, I know you're a secret wobble-boarder, and that you were a legendary "Jake the Peg"
ReplyDeleteJen
Do you think you two may have been on your own for toooooo long?
ReplyDeleteClean the loo with Bloo, Sue,
ReplyDeleteClean the loo with Bloo,
Chilli Heat made smell like poo, Sue
And now it smells like new.
Don't treat your crew like a slave, Dave
Don't treat your crew a slave
So they were put on the oars like a knave Dave
And we hit 8 knots on a wave
Bruce
Bruuce, that's what I call poetry.
ReplyDeleteThere's Masterchef Glenn on standby
ReplyDeletehe makes fresh bread every day.
The diet you two said you'd live by
was left somewhere near Jervis Bay.
Come on back to 'Australia',
Things here need to be sold.
Have a big garage sale, but
keep jumpers 'cause Glenn is cold.
There's Mum stuff to catch up on
Check the kids' hair for lice.
See pictures of Matt, put the jug on,
Trim their hair so it's nice.
This house has never felt so large,
You've forgotten where all your things are.
But don't let your possessions take charge,
"I think I'll go sleep in the car".
You'll see your daughter once more, Jen,
Everyone says she's the best.
A nice retirement home is assured, Jen
If you buy many good Easter eggs.
Dye your hair once again, Jen,
you need to cover those greys.
You've spent too long with just Glenn, Jen,
you two are so crazy these days.