NEW
ZEALAND
FO LK * SONG |
Rugby, Racing and BeerRod Derrett c. 1965 |
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This song paints a picture of the culture of the working-class male New Zealander of the mid-20th century
Rugby, Racing and--
Rugby, Racing and-- -- Rugby, Racing and Beer. When I was just a little kid, Knee high to a keg, My Daddy took me on his knee. He drained his glass and closed his eyes And gave me very sound advice On how to be a good Kiwi. "Get to know your football sides And learn to spell from Moore's race guides And don't forget down under over here Because of your great parentage You have a national heritage Of Rugby, Racing and Beer." Rugby, Racing and Beer, Rugby, Racing and Beer, Down under we're mad over our Rugby, Racing and Beer. Old Uncle Charlie went to see The Doctor yesterday He cried, "You've got to help me Doc and quick, I'm seeing spots before my eyes, My head feels twice its normal size, And every Sunday morning I feel sick." The Doctor took one look at him And said, "Well Charlie things look grim, I hate to have to tell ya but I fear, You'd better write your will tonight, 'Coz you've got kiwi-itis, That's Rugby, Racing and Beer." Rugby, Racing and Beer, Rugby, Racing and Beer, Down under we're mad over our Rugby, Racing and-- Rugby, Racing and-- -- Rugby, Racing and Beer. |
Born in racing yacht one night at sea Yacht club carpet has stains from his pee Favorite toy was a code flag B And he charged at the bar, when he was only three. Dennis, Dennis Conner They call him the Comeback Kid Raced doublehanded 'cause he was so poor 'Till the fleet was licked, and fame was in store But while he was handling this risky chore He made some people angry forever more Dennis, Dennis Conner They call him the Comeback Kid He went off to Newport to raise some hell Messin' up the starts, you could hear him yell Drove every Twelve, so we hear tell, Too bad he couldn't win with Liberty as well. Dennis, Dennis Conner Head in the trophy case When he lost the Cup, his grief was tall There were times he wanted to end it all And sail right over a waterfall But he answered instead, his yacht club's call Dennis, Dennis Conner They call him the Comeback Kid When he come home, the Cup soundly won The fundraising drive had just begun He completely forgot t'was 'sposed to be fun And pasted a logo on his number one Dennis, Dennis Conner Grovelling for corporate bucks His boat is fastest, and his boat is best But the old Stars and Stripes, he's giving it a rest Can he build another hull for the Kiwi test? I'll bet the Cup goes to the south and to the west! Dennis, Dennis Conner We'll see you in Auckland soon See you in Auckland soon....
I stayed in the pub till nearly seven, Two-thirds shickered,out of cash, Where am I going to find some bottles, To cart along to Charlie's bash? Chorus Rows of bottles leaning sideways, Heaps of bottles in the path. Some poor begger comes a cropper, An' all those jokers have to laugh. I nick half a dozen from Charlie's locker, See his face when he finds 'em gone. Not too steady climbing High Street, Hope that I don't meet a 'John'. It's getting late when I meet my sheila, She seems to think I've been all day. She sits by the driver in the taxi, Hasn't got a word to say. Things are moving up at Charlie's, Hear the noise for half a mile. I give my sheila golden sherry, Then I hit the bar a while. Chorus The women sitting on the sofa, Gave up drinking an hour ago, So I get with the jokers in the corner, Sing all the smutty songs we know. Grog is cut 'bout eleven-thirty, The boys go whoopin' out for more. Someone's calling out for Charlie, But Charlie's flaked on the kitchen floor. Chorus Now my sheila's got her coat on Leads me out and boy I'm crook I go sailing in the gutter She walks off without a look In the morning, cripes I'm rotten Tongue's got whiskers, eyelids clash But roll on week until it's Friday And Charlie has another bash. Chorus