Pinchgut Songtext
von The Rumjacks
Pinchgut Songtext
If I buy you a drink will you leave me alone?
I′m a bug-eyed young stranger 'round here,
I′ll tell ye nowt ye don't already know,
And my brogues too thick for your ear.
See I landed this mornin' unwashed and unfed,
Yer man thought I were Greek, wouldn′t give me a bed,
And I′ve walked all o' Sydney wi′ a heart of pure lead,
And a half a warm bottle of beer.
Tho my room lay as quiet as the old guns o' Pinchgut,
My heart beats a lonesome & steady tattoo,
For a smile that I met on the boat frae Southampton,
Oh Christ! What am I gonnae do?
D′ye know I'm a full qualified engineer? Tho the paper I′ve got's no good to me here,
We built the damned ships that brought you all here,
All we're good for is digging a hole!
Oh your frosty old evening commands me respect,
And your sun locks its jaws on the back of me neck,
As I pocket me pride & line up for a cheque,
Oh Christ! What am I gonnae do?
Oh Christ! what am I gonnae do?
If you buy me a drink, I′ll leave you alone,
I′ve talked your damned ears off, its time you were home,
Spare me the floorboards, I'll dig you a hole,
Big enough to swallow the moon.
I′m a bug-eyed young stranger 'round here,
I′ll tell ye nowt ye don't already know,
And my brogues too thick for your ear.
See I landed this mornin' unwashed and unfed,
Yer man thought I were Greek, wouldn′t give me a bed,
And I′ve walked all o' Sydney wi′ a heart of pure lead,
And a half a warm bottle of beer.
Tho my room lay as quiet as the old guns o' Pinchgut,
My heart beats a lonesome & steady tattoo,
For a smile that I met on the boat frae Southampton,
Oh Christ! What am I gonnae do?
D′ye know I'm a full qualified engineer? Tho the paper I′ve got's no good to me here,
We built the damned ships that brought you all here,
All we're good for is digging a hole!
Oh your frosty old evening commands me respect,
And your sun locks its jaws on the back of me neck,
As I pocket me pride & line up for a cheque,
Oh Christ! What am I gonnae do?
Oh Christ! what am I gonnae do?
If you buy me a drink, I′ll leave you alone,
I′ve talked your damned ears off, its time you were home,
Spare me the floorboards, I'll dig you a hole,
Big enough to swallow the moon.
Writer(s): Gabriel Noel Whitbourne, John Graham Mckelvey, Adam Paul Kenny, Anthony Matters, Francis D. Mclaughlin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com