Peter Denahy
Tyres goin' bald, engine's blowin' smoke
Radio don't work, neither does the choke
Well, he's had himself a shower
He's been down a hole all day
And he's headin' into town
To howl the night away
He's in love, big time honey You can see it in his eye
Every time she swishes by
Oh he's in love, he's in love
With the girl behind the bar
in Coober Pedy
Well, his aftershave is cheap
And his hair is goin' thin
Boots are polished up
And his flannelette's tucked in
He's got a pack of Winnie Blues
And a Zippo for some class
And if you suggest it otherwise
You can blow it out, ya trumpet
Well, he goes to ask her on a date
Whenever it's his shout
He'll think of something good to say
And then he chickens out
He sees a lack of interest
As just playing hard to get
But she's already got a feller
He just doesn't know that yet
[Thanks to Samantha Besant for lyrics]
[Thanks to LOM for corrections]
Tyres goin' bald, engine's blowin' smoke
Radio don't work, neither does the choke
Well, he's had himself a shower
He's been down a hole all day
And he's headin' into town
To howl the night away
He's in love, big time honey You can see it in his eye
Every time she swishes by
Oh he's in love, he's in love
With the girl behind the bar
in Coober Pedy
Well, his aftershave is cheap
And his hair is goin' thin
Boots are polished up
And his flannelette's tucked in
He's got a pack of Winnie Blues
And a Zippo for some class
And if you suggest it otherwise
You can blow it out, ya trumpet
Well, he goes to ask her on a date
Whenever it's his shout
He'll think of something good to say
And then he chickens out
He sees a lack of interest
As just playing hard to get
But she's already got a feller
He just doesn't know that yet
[Thanks to Samantha Besant for lyrics]
[Thanks to LOM for corrections]