| The crew asked on this occasion, with some monetary
persuasion |
| If I might put pen to paper for a celebratory verse |
| It’s not cause I’ve got class, they were covering
their arse |
| Cause if I start the show it can’t get any worse. |
|
| It was fifteen years ago, that you had your first live show |
| And what number of tequilas must have passed your lips
since then |
| You sang about poor Hector, and the cops radar detectors |
| And it seems some of these characters, have grown to be
like friends. |
|
| And you got the people singing loud until their ears were
ringing |
| From the Rest Hotel at Milson’s point, to
Darwin’s sunny shore |
| You played country, rock and folk, with a smattering of
jokes |
| And the people must have liked it ‘cause they all came
back for more. |
|
| You’ve had bad times and good, as an entertainer would |
| But there’s been the odd occasion, where you’ve
got into a mess |
| And you lost it just a tad, and the farmer got quite mad |
| When the road crew bashed his wife up, at the Bathurst
B&S. |
|
| Though you never once protested on the night we got
arrested |
| It was clear the situation didn’t have you lost for
words |
| Through that monumental cock up in the Kirribilli lock up |
| We wrote essays for the magistrate, and penned the song
called "Turds" |
|
| You’d had one too many Guinness on that evening in
Glen Innes |
| When you tried to ride the crew van like a chariot from Ben
Hur |
| And you whipped your mighty steed with your wooden rosary
beads |
| Saying "Look I’m Charlton Heston", (which
you clearly thought you were). |
|
| But this evening cannot last, so I’ll have to finish
fast |
| There’s a lot more I can tell you but I won’t go
on with that |
| And you didn’t leave your homes just to listen to my
poems |
| So put your hands together and let’s hear some songs
from Pat |