“AW Hooroo,
I’m bundling off for the night.
BLOKE!
Alright Groover I’ve left you
A series of jobs
That I expect to be completed
Once I return from the graveyard.
NOW I’ll just sit here in my armchair of power
With my beer of no alcohol and rings of cheese.
Don’t you dare speak to me while the footy’s on.
Alright this weekend I’m off
On the bike with the boys
We’re going to the church of coffee
To confess our sins,
Growing old disgracefully.
WHEN I return I’ll tend to the Weber
For a meat feast
Good on Greggy.”