Cobber From the Bush
Cobber from the bush.
We had the Rockers an the Surfies
Crazy wild buggers true,
I was walking down the street ,
An they said “what are you ?”
I said “I’m a Bushie, don’t be pushy
Or you’ll smell the gum leaves too,”
So I went a riding Nortons,
And the Trumpys, just a few. (Triumph motorbike)
Would ya persecute an rob me,
Said shelia,giving me a push,
I’d hold ya down an scruff ya ,
Said me Cobber from the bush.
Would ya live off sin of harlots,
Would ya think it bloody good,
Would ya skim a quid to start with,
“my flaming oath I would “.
Beatle long hair was a flowing,
And we’d catch em one or two,
Short back n side, just one side,
Sometimes fisticuffs, a blue.
Don Johnson
1960s when I came away from the bush in Australia to the big smoke.
craig cornish
Contest Name Talk That Way
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