Interlude
How about a song from Totara Joe.
Oh I can’t sing!
Come on, Joe! A bit of a compliment will knock the rough edges off.
All right, you asked for it! I’ll tell you about the time me old mate got me into trouble up in the big smoke.
Ukulele accompaniment
Verse
I don’t wanna start a real ding-dong go,
I’m drinkin’ your grog and I’m feeling good oh!
But I’m telling you mate, if me cobber was here,
You’d be likely to cop a real gawk at the gear ???
Chorus
Me ole mate, he’s a real good joker!
Me ole mate, yeah he’d give you his eyes,
Me ole mate, he’s a real good joker,
but he don’t like smart guys!
Verse
Yer properly good, and ye dress real flash,
That jalopy outside must’ve cost you some cash,
Yer head’s pretty cued, and ya smell like a rose,
But me copper would give you a dong on the nose.
Chorus
Me ole mate, he’s a real good joker!
Me ole mate, he’d give you his eyes,
Me ole mate, he’s a real good joker,
but he don’t like smart guys!
Verse
I’m warning you mate, though he’s proper mild,
The big time stuff makes me cob a real while,
As a matter of fancy, and he isn’t here,
I’m a cover the heart, have a smack on the ear.
Chorus
Me ole mate, he’s a real good joker!
Me ole mate, he’d give you his eyes,
Me ole mate, he’s a real good joker,
but he don’t like smart guys!
ah no he don’t like smart guys!
Note from Arlen:
The third and final verse is quite difficult for me to transcribe, and I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten it quite wrong. Any help from folks who can understand this would be appreciated to fix the transcription.