An old Australian climber was lying... dying (ooooh-aaH!) ... as his old mate stood near, he quietly broke into his Death Song...... and it went something like this...
**wobble board**
"Close me climbing rocks down, sport,
Close me climbing rocks down,
Abos all need a new rort, sport,
So close me climbing rocks down...
(all together now)
Close me climbing rocks down, sport,
Close me climbing rocks down,
Close me climbing rocks down, sport,
Close me climbing rocks down.
Let the spirits hold sway, sport,
Let the spirits hold sway,
They're all on government pay, sport,
So let the spirits hold sway...
(chorus)
Hand me Abos me juice, Bruce,
Hand me Abos me juice,
Just syphon it out of me ute, Bruce,
And let me Abos sniff juice...
(chorus)
(voice) .. Yer know, with the bushfires an' all.. the magpies up this way 'ave been flyin' backwards t' keep the smoke outta their eyes..... it's that bad... so bad it blotted out the sun so much the local Abos an' Sallows can't even get a suntan... bloody crook when it gets that bad, I tell yez....
Sooo..
Tan me hide when I'm dead, Fred,
Let me get handouts instead...
So we laid 'im on the tanning bed, Fred
And he gets his handouts like he said!Close me climbing rocks down, sport,
Close me climbing rocks down,
(all together now)
Close me climbing rocks down, sport,
Close me climbing rocks down,
Close me climbing rocks down, sport,
Close me climbing rocks down.