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Stealin' Chooks
G'day Joe ya old bugger Haven't seen ya since Cope Cope The bloody floods of '35 it was What a bloody mess Mud and water everywhere Bloody rained for a week Where ya been Joe What ya been up to Been all over the place Me and me dog Errol Called him Errol after Flynn If it's female he's sniffin' it What about you Fred Staying out of trouble Doin' me best mate In the Mallee got a month For borrowin' some chooks Bit bloody hard on a fella Three meals a day Clean clothes and a bath Bet that shocked ya A bath and it ain't ya birthday The body is still recovering Ya got ya stink back though Come off it mate You ain't smelling like roses Too bloody cold to have a bath That river is freezing Plenty of time for baths When summer gets here I were in Donald Lookin' for some tucker Was walking next to a river Seen a yard full of chooks Thought he wouldn't miss a few I jumped the fence Noisy bastards they were Makin' one hell of a racket An old bludger come along Callin' me all sorts of names I grabbed one and was off Jumped the fence grabbed me swag Ran straight into a cop A bloody cop I tell ya The bugger lived next door Big dark haired fella Ate fish and chips for a month That lazy bloody cop Them bloody Greeks can cook Nah, this was a bloody Iti They're all the bloody same Should go back next winter Do it a 'bloody' gain Warm and dry in jail
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