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Kangaroo Karaoke

Dyer'ere

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Sep 21, 2004
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Michael, you with the erudite irony of then and now. Punky, white and thoughtful. Always nice ta see ya face for the first time.

Have I played this song before? Let's do it again.

But before we do we have to, after all these years, establish the Kangaroo Karaoke club.

I've got two venues for now. The club travels but the tow I have in mind for now are in Melbourne. Spotted Mallard and Noise Bar in Brunswick.

I'll do this at Mallard. (They've got a new PA.) It's Sunday night. Later than they usually close. The usual jazz band is gone. Maybe the bass remains. Stringy textured guitar? Delaney. He slows his brisker than Django but he is so clean. Alto sax? Got one. More horns, all delicate. Kit but demure. Can play.

Might seem kinda wasted but aren't we all?

Cool jazz all over. Tux tidy (yesterday). Nina Simone would bake this band for understatement but she aint here. West Coast. LA. Maybe one NYer. No backing vocals. Jazz guitars. Horns and brass. This is a jazz song. Mellow.


There's a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes

And there's a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin' whiskey down
They say "Brandy, fetch another round"
She serves them whiskey and wine

The sailors say "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"
Sax - (dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)

Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves

He came on a summer's day
Bringin' gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn't stay
No harbor was his home

The sailor said " Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
Sax - (dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)

Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean foam rise
She saw its ragin' glory
But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand
Sax - (dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)

At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who's not around
She still can hear him say

She hears him say " Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
Sax - (dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)

"Brandy, you're a fine girl" Sax - (you're a fine girl)


"What a good wife you would be" Sax - (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"

[youtube=560,315]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsYnBI2nvHI[/youtube]

Kangaroo Karaoke club. Can happen.
 

spook

Kick the f*ckin' goal
Jun 18, 2007
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That Brandy was smooth, Jack. Smoo-oo-ooth. And the soul was dirty, Mick. Love it.

Now yes, strictly speaking karaoke means covers. But youse know I can't help but slip in a uhroginal.

She was Colombian, slim legs up to her armpits and distrust in her eye. She saw me as a player, and sometimes she was right. I winked at her from across the party and mouthed the words, "You're beautiful".

She shunned me.

But we had mutual friends and I saw her at a BBQ not long after. I'd been on a few dates with the hostess in the meantime. Maybe that's why she was more receptive. If I know anything about women (I don't), I'd say it was a factor.

She'd attended a poetry session a group of us held weekly at the Town Hall Hotel in Errol Street (Oh, Errol. I would give anything...) so she knew I wrote some verse and had a bit of a knack getting words to rhyme.

I sat next to her, on a garden chair, in the garden, at the BBQ.

"Got a poem for ya."

"For me?"

"Wanna hear it?"

"Sure."

Physically, mentally
Spiritually, willingly
Teasing increasingly
Pleasing you ceaselessly

There for you
All for you
Heart body and
Soul for you

But just til I cheat on you
Rip, chew your heart in two
Be with you, bleed with you
But just til I cheat on you

Well, that's what you believe
Cos you know my type, see
I could dance you, romance you
Spill my heart, take a chance on you
Laugh, walk a path
Holds hands in the dark with you

But just til I cheat on you
We both know it's true
Don't we?
You know me, my type
My life, my shoes, my blues
Don't you?
Don't need proof
Just a feeling
That'll do

I might be honest
I could be sincere
But don't you come near
Cos I'll whisper in your ear

And you'll wanna believe it
Your heart will deceive you
And before too long
You'll be singing my songs

And oh no, it's over
You love me
I've shown you my cards
And you've opened your heart
And that's when I start
To tear you apart

Lying and cheating
Evading, deceiving
Strange telephone calls
You've seen it before
We all know the score
So stand up and roar:
"I'm woman, I deserve more!
A lover, a friend
Someone to the end
Exciting, inspiring,
To fine wine and dine me
Tough, rugged, yet sensitive
Intelligent millionaire
Artistic and brilliant, yeah?"


Anything else? Did I leave anything out?
Just tell me, don't be shy about it
Heart of gold, manner bold
Gentle touch - forceful but!

Everything, all the time
I'll be yours, you'll be mine
Emotionally entwined
Physically inside
Mentally too
Am I *smile* with you?

Am I for real?
Do my eyes reveal
Or conceal
The truth that you feel?
That you seek, to be complete
Or will I just cheat, and repeat and repeat?

Can you trust me, or will you bust me?
Cos I'm just a slave to my lust, see
I'll love and respect
But be quick to defect
When another fine arse comes shimmying past
And my *smile* goes 'schwiiing'!
I'm a man, that's my thing
Led by my pelvis, cos I think I'm Elvis

Planting my seed
Is my number one creed
Spread it and forget it
Unfaithful?
You bet on it!

Isn't that right?
You know my type
What I'm like
Full of hype
Oh so nice

But when it comes to the crunch
Can I deliver the punch
The morning after the night before
Or are all women whores
Through my rotating door?

Cos I'm a man, I cheat
You're a woman, you bleat
So seeya later, nice to meetya
Such a shame I didn't
Get to speak to ya

Cos you already know me
And don't want to know me
Let alone blow me
Except to blow me off
I try, you scoff
Impossible princess
Wondering, whingeing:
"Where can my prince be?
Convince me, Romeo, cos I gotta go
So nice to meet you, but I won't take a chance
Even though I say I believe in romance"


(Yeah, novels)

"Love's an ideal, but I'm a real girl
And if I give you my number
I fear you won't call
And if you do
And if you love me
Then I'll love you
And my brain says
That just will not do
For my broken heart
Still shaken up
By the last bastard whose affections
Lasted as long as his erections."


Better not to get wet
Than drown in the sea
That is me

Complexity, ecstasy
Lying there next to me
Telling you truthfully
Loving you ruthlessly

A man for all seasons
I'll show you my reasons
Hand tracing a path
Up your back, 'cross your heart

My breath on your neck
And my lips on your ears
You're gasping; I'm grasping
Your hips and your fears

Don't imagine it
Cos you can, can't ya
But there's just
Do or don't, says Yoda

So let's go
You've been giving me the signals
But you've got a whole list
Full of new insults

Dismissing a man
Who's your number one fan
Potentially
Eventually
Eventfully meant for me

Give in to my charms
And come into my arms
I mean you no harm
So don't be alarmed

Just try and forget
All those ar$eholes you've met
And don't judge me yet
Cos I'm your best bet

An exception to the rule
An exceptional fool
A powerful tool
Let's go back to school
I'll pull your hair and call you names
Sophisticated, childlike,
Adult games

But you've known men before
And we're all the same
Can't put yourself
Through any more pain
It's not me, it's circumstances
Are to blame; you've lost the flame
Thanks to whatshisname
And you know my fame
I'm hard to tame
So you won't try
And yet you wonder why
You sit home alone
Waiting for the phone
To ring
So your heart can sing
Now, just one last thing
Before I depart this scene
Gimme your goddamn number
So we can start this thing.



She did, and within two weeks we were in love. But she was after the alpha, and I had too many wounds I chose to reveal, so she left me for a kickboxing lawyer. That's the way it goes, sometimes.
 

tigergollywog

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Feb 4, 2006
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Its 3am, Monday 9 September. I lurch along Bridge Rd carrying only a pie. The rubbish truck empties bins full of richmond supporters hearts and minds, all bloody and busted and buggered. Suddenly im surrounded by 10,000 carlton fans all jeering "nice granny smith boardies tiger". I close one eye, hoping to halve the crowd, hurl my pie at a girl and sing tigerland. When I wake up, im in an immaculate town house. This is resort-style living. The primary colours and the blond birch of the Ikea furniture lift my spirit. As I admire a lava-stone bowl with a frangipani flower floating in it, I hear someone coming. I expect jamie durrie, but Dustin Martin appears in Ernie and Bert slippers and a kimono, eating Bircher meusili with a winnie -the-poo spoon.

"what happened out there?"
"you scalded a girls eye out with a pie"

As Dustin mists his orchids, a familiar guitar riff smelling like a Jim Beam and Winfield Blue cologne fills the back of my throat. I retch and then sing.

Went down to Santa Fe
Where Renoir paints the walls
Described you clearly
But the sky began to fall

Am I ever gonna see your face again
Am I ever gonna see your face again

Trams, cars and taxis
Little waxworks on the move
Carry young girls past me
But none of them are you

Am I ever gonna see your face again
Am I ever gonna see your face again

Without you near me
I got no place to go
Wait at the bar
Maybe you might show

Am I ever gonna see your face again
Am I ever gonna see your face again

I've got to stop these tears
That's falling from my eye
Go walk out in the rain
So no one sees me cry

Am I ever gonna see your face again
Am I ever gonna see your face again

Am I ever gonna see your face again
Am I ever gonna see your face again

Can't stop the memory
That goes climbing through my brain
I get no answers
So the questions still remains

Am I ever gonna see your face again
Am I ever gonna see your face again

Dustin looks at me with an ambiguous smile. Like ive said something he hasnt heard, but cant be stuffed asking me to repeat it. "I'll be OK" he says. "Thanks Dusty. and Good Luck". I walk back into the dawn light, full of optimism.
 
Jul 26, 2004
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Pink Floyd - Money

Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay
And your O.K.

Money, it's a gas
Grab that cash with both hands
And make a stash

New car, caviar, four star daydream
Think I'll buy me a football team

Money get back
I'm all right Jack
Keep your hands off my stack

Money, it's a hit
Don't give me that
Do goody good *smile*

I'm in the hi-fidelity
First class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet

Money, it's a crime
Share it fairly
But don't take a slice of my pie

Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil
Today

But if you ask for a rise
It's no surprise that they're
Giving none away
Away
Away
Away
Away...

[youtube=560,315]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-A6iytDF5s[/youtube]
 

TOT70

I'm just a suburban boy
Jul 27, 2004
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Tex-Mex, boys. This thread needs some Tex-Mex. Some, serious funky "Born in East L.A." -style Tex-Mex. Djoo can't have no Cowboy-Rock wiffout some Tex-Mex, djoo hear what I'm saying, friend?

LOS LOBOS
"Is This All There Is?"
(David Hidalgo/Louie Perez)


Climbing high to the mountain top
Reaching up to the sky above
Asking to myself
Is this all there is?

Sailing into the ocean blue
Trying to find at least one clue
On a paper scrawled
Is this all there is?

[Chorus:]
And they all came to talk about it
The came to cry and laugh and fight about it
All searching for the promised land
Tired souls with empty hands
Asking to themselves
Is this all there is?

Fifteen years on a sewing machine
Where twisted hands don't mean a thing
Wondering to herself
Is this all there is?

Baby crying in an old tin cup
Wanting more but there's never enough
While her mother sighs
Is this all there is?


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnim2gFDHnM
 

tigersnake

Tear 'em apart
Sep 10, 2003
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Tigers of Old said:
Pink Floyd - Money

Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay
And your O.K.

love it, what an intro, can't get it out of my head now whenevr dusty comes to mind
 

tigergollywog

Non-Hierarchical Boss Cocky
Feb 4, 2006
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Its The Rails Friendly Bar in Byron Bay. Im wearing my "flouride is good for teeth" t-shirt, black thongs and my apple-green boardies. Actually my boardies have become a copper-tarnish green now days. A Blue Healer on a frayed rope lunges at me. I kick it in the teeth and cut my toe. It's owner; A worn out Mullumbimby-50 with skin like a blue tongue lizard and a wound-up buddhist facade, explains "she doesnt like men". I have no adequate response at the time, but spend the next half hour constructing replies that take humour and irony to soaring heights. A tropical storm hits, bringing hail the size of cantelopes and backpackers in sodden white t-shirts that cling to breasts the size of golfballs. Lightening kills the power. Luckily, my smoked trout fettucine was already cooked and when I wash it down my throat with a schooner of Tooheys Old, there's a metallic reaction on my tongue that isnt right. Its acoustic from here on. I see a bunch of ladies warming up their acapella. I dive to the stage, grab the nearest stringed instrument, which turns out to be a kinnor, and start to strum

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no carlton
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday Ben'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine an average of 28 possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday Ben'll join us
And the world will live as one

I spot Emma Quayle in the crowd in fishing pants. She must be up for the draft on Thursday. She looks a bit puzzled. I leave, breaking the kinnor over the healers head on my way out.
 

tigergollywog

Non-Hierarchical Boss Cocky
Feb 4, 2006
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spook said:
Brilliant gol.

That trout fettucine (linguini?) was my favourite. Always a great band at the Rails.

well spotted spook. I stand corrected, It was linguini. I cant believe the train from Brisbane didnt pull in during my number.
 

Rosy

Tiger Legend
Mar 27, 2003
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Pity the train missed that number. Twas a good night but it's drawing to a close. People are gradually filtering out into the night when a shadow appears in the darkened, emptying room, takes a seat and gently strums an acoustic guitar. A train mournfully whistles it's support in the distance. Deep in thought and quietly pondering the road ahead I wonder if our paths will cross again.

"Roll Another Number (For The Road)"

It's too dark
to put the keys
in my ignition,
And the mornin' sun is yet
to climb my hood ornament.
But before too long I might
see those flashing red lights
Look out, mama,
'cause I'm comin' home tonight.

Think I'll
roll another number
for the road,
I feel able to get under any load.
Though my feet
aren't on the ground,
I been standin' on the sound
Of some open-hearted people
goin' down.

I'm not goin' back
to Byron for a while,
Though I long to hear
that lonesome hippie smile.
I'm a million miles away
from that helicopter day
No, I don't believe
I'll be goin' back that way.

Think I'll
roll another number
for the road,
I feel able to get under any load.
Though my feet
aren't on the ground,
I been standin' on the sound
Of some open-hearted people
goin' down.

[youtube=560,315]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K6aXlqPMEXk[/youtube]
 
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Just about my favourite ever thread on PRE..thank you Big Jack for starting it.

Good Times - INXS (feat. Jimmy Barnes)

Everybody shake,
Everybody groove,
Everybody shake,
mmm mmm ohh ohh!

Mary, Mary your on my mind,
The folks are gone and the place'll be mine,
Oh, Mary, Mary wanna be with you,
And this is what I'm gonna do,
I gonna put a call to you,
Coz' I feel good tonight,
And everything's gonna be right, right, yeah

I'm gonna have a good time tonight,
Rock n' Roll music gonna play all night,
Come on baby it won't take long,
Only take a minute just to sing my song.

Boney Moroney is gonna be with him,
I said, long Tall Sally is gonna be with slim,
Short fat Freddy is gonna, she's gonna be there to,
And this is what I'm gonna do,
Well I've got to put a call to you,
Coz' I feel good tonight,
And everything's gonna be right, right, yeah

I'm gonna have a good time tonight,
Rock n' Roll music gonna play all night,
Come on baby it won't take long,
Only take a minute just to sing my song.

I've got to talk to you!

Boney Moroney is gonna be with J-J-Jimmy,
Wah, Long tall Sally is gonna be with him,
Short fat Freddy is gonna be there too,
And this is what I gonna to do,
I'm gonna put a call to you,
Coz' I feel good tonight,
And everything's gonna be right, right, yeah

I'm gonna have a good time tonight,
Rock n' Roll music gonna play all night,
Come on baby it won't take long,
Only take a minute just to sing my song.

I'm gonna have a good time tonight,
Rock n' Roll music gonna play all night,
Come on baby it won't take long,
Only take a minute just to sing my song.

Listen!
Ah! Oh!

Gonna have a good time tonight,
Rock n' Roll music gonna play all night,
Come on baby it won't take long,
Only take a minute just to sing my song.

Come on and have a good time tonight,
Rock n' Roll music gonna play all night,
Come on baby it won't take long,
Only take a minute just to sing my song.

Hey, listen!
WAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Gonna have a good time tonight,
Rock n' Roll music gonna play all night,
Come on baby it won't take long,
Only take a minute just to sing my song

Song, yeah.
Everybody shake.

[youtube=560,315]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sqdNcAjj9p4[/youtube]

:guitar :upside :guitar
 

TigerForce

Tiger Legend
Apr 26, 2004
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Tigers of Old said:
Just about my favourite ever thread on PRE..thank you Big Jack for starting it.

Good Times - INXS (feat. Jimmy Barnes)

Boney Moroney is gonna be with him,
I said, long Tall Sally is gonna be with slim,
Short fat Freddy is gonna, she's gonna be there to,
And this is what I'm gonna do,
Well I've got to put a call to you,
Coz' I feel good tonight,
And everything's gonna be right, right, yeah

"Short fat Fanny" My favourite line of the song by Hutch. ;D
 

tigergollywog

Non-Hierarchical Boss Cocky
Feb 4, 2006
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Nan Pluc Thai restaurant, Cararra, saturday night. My mood isnt helped when my $18 Pad Thai tastes and looks like Heinz canned spaghetti. Im wearing an ill-fitting Tiger polo, my granny smith green boardies and my new, Dunlop surf life saver thongs I got for christmas. Ironically and inappropriately, they are lurid red and yellow. Guy McKenna has just delivered 'Tonights the Night' by Rod Stewart. Ive gotta hand it to him. For a nice bloke, he does gold coast sleeze very well.

Scowling, I pick up my pad spaghetti and smear it onto charlie dixon's beard on my way to the stage.


There is a house in the Cararra Wastelands
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in the Cararra Wastelands

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

Oh, mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to Cararra Wastelands
To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in Cararra Wastelands
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one.

Bluey claps and whistles. He's all class. Charlie Dixon looks like a puzzled Ben Quilty painting.
 

Michael

Tiger Champion
Nov 30, 2004
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Typical, they say the door on the change rooms is busted. Thats why they've given us Steven Segal with a gut built from VB and Dimmies.
Bad skin, greasy hairy, pumped up guns, far too many roids. His eyes work, keeps on perving. He's a creep. What is it with these guys, all black and a pony tail. Security number 666, this must be one bad dude.
Where's our manager anyway, he booked this place, probably getting a breath of fresh air off a toilet seat.

"C'mon girls time to shake your stuff"


Whistles, hoots, hollers and a never ending tirade of "Show us your tits".
The baritone eases into it, sh!t half these guys couldnt even spell sax



Im gonna write what I want you to do to me in a letter

Im gonna write it for good or for bad or for worse or for better

Im gonna write it for you so that you can be my lover

Cause when it is yours I am yours baby now and forever

Oooh, (be my lover) wont you help me get out

Oooh, wont you help me get out of...my head
My roommates light is on but you can forget her

Cause tonight is the time that weve known each other better

Im gonna write what I want you to do to me in a letter

I'm gonna walk through the sky until I find a feather

Oooh, (be my lover) wont you help me get out

Oooh, wont you help me get out of...my head
(Im gonna write you a letter)
Oooh, Baby
(For good or for bad or for better)
please believe me darling
(Darlin' I'm yours once you've read it)
Im yours
(Never ever forget it)
Oooh, Im gonna write you a letter for good or for bad or for better
When it is yours I am yours baby now and forever
Oooh, (be my lover) wont you help me get out
(Be my loverlove letter)
Oooh, wont you help me get out of...my head
Darlin' I'm yours once you've read it
Never ever forget it
For good or for bad or for better
Im gonna write you a love letter


[youtube=560,315]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rIxyho2hgiQ[/youtube]

Yep, some moron screams...."isnt that the heinekin ad?" Its gunna be a long night
 

Dyer'ere

Licensed to kazoo
Sep 21, 2004
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Heh heh. I saw Bear tonight. He's a dear friend of mine who has his struggles. He started the thoroughbred horseracing thread a long time ago. He made a contribution. He didn't have to be there for what happened later.

Oldster started the Goldposts thread. And he revived this one -

Tigers of Old said:
Can hardly believe that this thread started 7 years ago Jack..With Kangaroo K it's always been about the lyrics (& outfits).
So at 2.30am with that in mind..

LMFAO - Sexy And I Know It

When I walk on by, girl's be lookin' like: Damn he fly
I pimp to be beat
Walkin down the street in my new lafreak
Yeah
This is how I roll
Animal print pants, out of control
It's Redfoo with the big ass fro
And like Bruce Lee, I rock the club, yo!

Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
I work out.!
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
I work out.!

When I walk in the spot, this is what I see
Everybody stops and they staring at me,
I got passion in my pants,
And I ain't afraid to show it (show it, show it, show it)
I'm sexy and I know it
I'm sexy and I know it

Yeah
When I'm at the mall, security just can't fight them off
And when I'm at the beach, I'm in the speedo's tryn' to tan my cheeks (what)
This is how I roll,
C'mon ladies, it's time to go.
We're headed to the bar, baby don't be nervous
No shoes, no shirt and I still get service (what)

Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body

I work out

Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body

I work out.

When I walk in the spot, this is what I see
Everybody stops and they staring at me,
I got passion in my pants,
And I ain't afraid to show it (show it, show it, show it)
I'm sexy and I know it
I'm sexy and I know it

Check it out, check it out:
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, yeah!
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, yeah!
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, yeah!
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, yeah, yeah!

Do the wiggle man,
I do the wiggle man,
Yeah
I'm sexy and I know it

Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
I work out
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body

I work out (out, out, out, out, out, out, out)
I'm sexy and I know it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LuhCzx7ohyM
:afro

The quality of Kangaroo these days is off the scale. BTW I'm headed to the bar. Michael is there draining a long tequila. Time I bought a round.

He was ok with that. (It was one of those smelly BBQ tequilas.) We clinked and now I'm up here in a cowboy shirt that doesn't fit me any more and a pair of boots that used to be desert suede but are now worn black scuff.

Old Mate, the one who set this to music, has walked in from the side and is silently tuning. Music by Old Mate. Lyrics by Roethke. Old Mate starts up some Dave Rawlings noodling. Michael carries tequila up with him and produces a harp. Tom Waits lounges in a booth until he hears Roethke's name. His ears prick.


The Geranium

When I put her out, once, by the garbage pail,
She looked so limp and bedraggled,
So foolish and trusting, like a sick poodle,
Or a wizened aster in late September,
I brought her back in again
For a new routine--
Vitamins, water, and whatever
Sustenance seemed sensible
At the time: she'd lived
So long on gin, bobbie pins, half-smoked cigars, dead beer,
Her shriveled petals falling
On the faded carpet, the stale
Steak grease stuck to her fuzzy leaves.
(Dried-out, she creaked like a tulip.)

The things she endured!--
The dumb dames shrieking half the night
Or the two of us, alone, both seedy,
Me breathing booze at her,
She leaning out of her pot toward the window.

Near the end, she seemed almost to hear me--
And that was scary--
So when that snuffling cretin of a maid
Threw her, pot and all, into the trash-can,
I said nothing.

But I sacked the presumptuous hag the next week,
I was that lonely.

[Harp solo]
 

Michael

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Nov 30, 2004
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Mr Dyer'ere, it's my shout.
Can we slip in a beer, all his tequila is making me fuzzy. As you'll no doubt remember, When i get that way, I usually start a fight or try to pick a scrubber with big hooters, usually her boyfriend is the bouncer. same result anyway, may just start the fight

By the way, where the *smile* are we? Is this Frankston? Why are all these single mums playing the pokies?
 

Michael

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Nov 30, 2004
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"hey Jack, isn't that Gollywog , in the green Boardies, shoving money into the fluttering peacocks?"

" Gollywog, you want a beer, it's Mickey Boys shout?"