G'day Cobber!

G'day cobber Bill's the name how're you goin' mate
I had to run to catch this bus strewth I can't be late
The boss would have my jewels on toast he'd hang me from a Gum
He'd kick me in the pants until my arse was flamin' numb

He just won't cop a bludger blue he hates them with a passion
He'd remove my goolies with his teeth In a funny kinda' fashion
He doesn't mind a smoko break for a bloke who is fair dinkum
And a sickie if you're really sick but don't try to out-think him

He's a real good bloke though deep inside his leathery exterior
He likes to think his crew's the best don't tell him they're inferior
He'll do his nut he'll vent his spleen he'll give a real tongue lashin'
Not worried if he comes to blows he'll give a bloke a thrashin'

So let me tell you here and now I'll work hard for my boss
I'm not like the bludger boys who couldn't give a toss
A good days work a good days pay that'll do me not a worry
I will not bludge or take my time but matey I won't hurry

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