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It all started with a rusty old fridge out the back
Full of JD, Jim beam and beer, it was packed
His mates would come over and stand in the yard
Filling the recycle bin, just wasn't hard
Until dad got the idea to get 44 gallon drums
For all the cans and bottles after a few rums
"We will take the cans and make a couple of bucks
At the scrap yard down the road that has all the trucks"
The weekends at our place were a lot of fun
When the drums were full, then the dollars begun
Every cent was saved in a jar next to his bed
It was for the bar dad had designed in his head
It only took a couple of months to buy all the wood
His mates all chipped in and did what they could
The next weekend they had a working bee to think
One of the guys even gave dad a second-hand sink
Before we knew it dad had finished his great bar
And all of his mates say "Its the best by far"
Dad still has all of the 44 gallon drums
And he still gets ideas after he's had a few rums
So Fridays all the JD, Jim beam and beer he stacks
And laughs when he looks at the rusty old fridge out the back

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