Barry Humphries Follow

Oh I was down by Manly Pier
Drinking tubes of ice cold beer
With a bucket full of prawns upon me knee
But when I’d swallowed the last prawn
I had a technicolour yawn
And I chundered in the old Pacific Sea

Drink it up!
Drink it up!
Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me.
If you want to throw your voice, mate,
You won’t have any choice,
But to chunder in the old Pacific Sea.

I was sitting in the surf
When a mate of mine called Murph
Asked if he could crack or tube or two with me
The bastard barely swallowed it
When he went for the big spit
And he chundered in the old Pacific Sea

Oh drink it up!
Drink it up!
Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me.
If you want to throw your voice, mate
You won’t have any choice,
But to chunder in the old Pacific Sea.

I’ve had liquid laughs in bars
And I’ve hurled from moving cars
And I’ve chuckled when and where it suited me
But if I could choose a spot
To could rugurgitate me lot
Then I’d chunder in the old Pacific Sea.

C’mon drink it up!
Drink it up!
Chug-a-lug!
Chug-a-lug!
Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me.
If you want to throw your voice, mate
You won’t have any choice,
But to chunder in the old Pacific Sea.

(Belch) Excuse I.