Booze Loving Battler Songtext
von Stan Coster

I′m a bald headed,
bowed legged booze loving battler bred born and brung up at Ballarat
And I near go berserk if you offer me work,
cause that's one thing I sherk where I′m ever at
I tell lots of lies and I con wealthy
guys and they don't realise what I'm comin at
Till there moneys all gone and they find they′ve
been conned and I swiftly move on I can tell you that
It near makes me sick to see men swing a pick
while there sweats running thick in the blazing sun
It′s a terrible sight and it gives me a
fright it just isn't right when all said and done
So I just close my eyes and I quickly pass
by and I heave a great sigh and I nearly run But runnings a strain and from that I
I dine on the best I accept nothing
less and my fashion of dress is immaculate
I live like a king cause I con
everything in the big social ring where I operate
Rich women of fame are the safest of game
for there name they wont shame or contaminate
But they fall for my line and a fat cheque
they sign and then feeling so fine I evacuate
I′m a bald headed booze loving bowed
legged battler bred born and brung up at Ballarat
And I wont toil or sweat well I've never
done yet and I have no regret you can bet on that