Sydney Surfer Song

To the tune of Maggie May

Barry Humphries (1964)

Oh, I was down by Manly pier
Drinking tubes of ice-cold beer
With a bucket full of prawns upon me knee.
But when I'd swallowed the last prawn
I had a Teclinicolor yawn
And I chundered in the old Pacific sea.

Drink it up. Drink it up.
Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me
If you want to throw your voice,
Mate, you won't have any choice
But to chunder in the old Pacific sea.

I was sitting in the surf
When a mate of mine called Murph
Asked if he could crack a tube or two with me.
The bastard barely swallowed it
When he went for the big spit
And he chundered in the old Pacific sea.

Drink it up. Drink it up.
Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me
If you want to throw your voice,
Mate, you won't have any choice
But to chunder in the old Pacific sea.

I've had liquid laughs in bars
And I've hurled from moving cars
And I've chuckled when and where it suited me
But, if I could choose a spot
To regurgitate me lot
Then I'd chunder in the old Pacific sea.

Drink it up. Drink it up.
Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me
If you want to throw your voice,
Mate, you won't have any choice
But to chunder in the old Pacific sea.

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