Parmas In June Songtext
von Illy

I can′t wait for parmas in June
With my mates down at the local
Till we're carried out the room
I wish I could be there sooner
With my whiskey shot and schooner
′Cause I can't wait for parmas in June

Yeah, it feels like we're on our way back
Raise a nice old glass to that, stuck on loop
Who knew when the turn curves flat
For the rest of my life singing, "Happy Birthday"
Is gonna make me wanna wash my hands

The cafes reopened, it′s taking cash
Whole country rocking tracksuits like lads
And the all Murdoch press ganging up on Dan Andrews
It feels like we′re back on track


And me and TV needs social distancing measures
Z-grade celebs say, "We're in this together"
We get it, we get it
But months have passed, it′s been hard
Can't hug mum from two metres apart

March and April came and went, May finished
Last thirty degree day I stayed in
And now the news telling me restrictions getting eased
Fuck yeah
Just in time for winter, but all good ′cause

I can't wait for parmas in June
With my mates down at the local
Till we′re carried out the room
I wish I could be there sooner
With my whiskey shot and schooner
'Cause I can't wait for parmas in June

Yeah, I swear I′ll never trip out of Middle C
Our flight delayed, oh extra baggage fee
Or rocking up before the hotel room ready
Took it for granted, didn′t we?
Silly me


I don't mind spending time on my own, I like home
But when it feels forced, I get the itch to roam
And I can′t complain how bad I got it
'Cause the next person in the same boat

And right now we need some hope, that′s me included
'Cause shit′s weird after two months of being secluded
In February who the fuck knew what Zoom was
Swear Uber used to not just drop my food off

And don't it all seem so long ago?
And as we crawl slow to the normal we know
Man, every night when I put down my phone
I close my eyes, I'm dreaming of my first show ′cause

I can′t wait for parmas in June
With my mates down at the local
Till we're carried out the room
I wish I could be there sooner
With my whiskey shot and schooner
′Cause I can't wait for parmas in June

And I can′t wait to step back on a stage again
If it's not until next year
Just wake me when December ends
From the country to the coast
My band of bros back on the road
Don′t know when it will be
But I'll see you then, man

Can't wait for parmas in June
Man, it turns out it′s the little things
That mean everything, if we only know
But one day this′ll end
Be like old times, back again
And look, you can call them parmys if you want bro
It's on you

I can′t wait for parmas in June
With my mates down at the local
Till we're carried out the room
I wish I could be there sooner
With my whiskey shot and schooner
′Cause I can't wait for parmas in June

I can′t wait for parmas in June
(Can't wait for that golden brown schnitty)
(With the red sauce and the ham and the melted cheese)
(And I'll get the chips and salad)
(You can go for the mash and veggies if you want)
(Great for the chips and the nice cold beer)
(Goddamn, it can′t come quick enough)