Oh thinking about a slab of beer.
There was only you and me; I guess that means a dozen each.
Now that the cans are all empty.
We can go and buy some more, Or go down the Pub.
Yeah that's the best idea for sure . . .

'Coz beer is all that I want.
So lets all go down to the Pub.
It 'aint that hard to get pissed.
At the Tavern
We'll all drink V.B. And chuck a cuppla' coins in the slots.
And we can play the Pokies.
At the Tavern . . .

Oh, maybe tonight I'll find someone.
Who will turn our heads around; Maybe shout us a cuppla' Crownies.
Then maybe she will come home with me.
Throw our clothes upon the floor; And we'll yell out.
Gimme'more and more and more . . .

'Coz a quickie is all that I want.
Don't wanna' lie around in your arms.
I'm hopin' I'll find what I need.
At the Tavern.
So come on come with me.
I'll shout you a cuppla' pots, And ten bucks in the Pokies.
At the Tavern . . .

I've been waiting oh so long.
For the bourbons to arrive.
For the boys to hurry up.
Now I'm with all of my crew.
So let the good time roll along.
Oi ! The next round is on you !!!

Repeat Chorus and fade to Pub noise . . .