I like me beer

Book 6 Page 17

I like me beer

I like me beer,

I’m a beer swilling guy.

Most days I’m down at the pub (drinking and carrying on)

and giving girls the eye.

I’ve got this slightly fat gut

that cost me an arm and a leg.

Yep, I reckon I’ve got a gut

that’s worth at least seven or eight kegs.

They say I’ve got a shape like the Budda,

with the same cheesy grin,

Although I’d be hard pushed to say

that I was lacking (like Budda) in sin.

Cause I like me woman

and I like me grog,

I reckon you could say I’m the furthest your gonna get

from a ‘noble man’, or holy like God.

But I reckon I’ve got it good

hanging around with me mates down at the pub.

Yep, my life is full,

with me mates, me beer and me grub.

And I reckon I’m living out the great Australian dream,

year after bloody year.

Watching the footy with me mates, with a smoke in one hand

and in the other a fosters beer.

Hey! I just realised, you haven’t introduced yourselves,

what’s the name anyway, do you come from around here?

Pull up the chair mate and crack open

a nice cold can of beer.