Hairy Lair

 This may have been written in 2024 and I was quite happy with it so I entered it in the Australian Songwriters Association. It probably should be shorter but I put the chorus bit in every second verse. I'd need to perform it before I cut it!  


Hairy Lair


A couple of hippies stopped at the Road house

They were in a Jaguar

All they wanted were take-away coffees

Hot chips and a Mars Bar

Seagulls were lurking

They were part of the scene

To drop something messy

On to their windscreen


Some laughed, some didn’t care

I just observed like a Hairy Lair


The couple got out and asked for help

They were cool as any Hippy

Someone found them a bucket with water

They blessed it and did a shimmy

An audience of nomads

They watched the scene

It was like an episode of

Of Mister Bean


The Hippies decided to do some work

They deserve a gold star

Their appetite was craving for

Hot chips and a Mars Bar

Furthermore a coffee

Certified organic

Otherwise we’d hear

A mouthful of rhetoric


Some laughed, some didn’t care

I just observed like a Hairy Lair


The Gourmet Café were grateful to serve

Hot hips and a Mars Bar

It was fun to watch but would you believe

Some punk had a guitar

He got a harmony going

For the Hippies to Rock

The Seagulls signalled

To attract another flock


The Seagulls did what all seagulls do

And got up to mischief

The punk with guitar changed the mood playing

A Mixolydian riff

Seagulls were impressed

They love weird music

Just like the Hippies

With food to lick


Some laughed, some didn’t care

I just observed like a Hairy Lair


The day wasn’t over when a Truckie arrived

He had a pet Galah

He was inspired by the two Hippies with

Hot Chips and a Mars Bar

The Galah screamed loud

In a horrible pitch

Guitarist stopped because

Life can be a bitch





© Beswick


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