Stinky Boots on your feet

 I wrote this in 2011 and is inspired by Bowraville


STINKY BOOTS ON YOUR FEET


Don't take of your boots

The party's on the verandah

Eat leaves and lots of roots

Watch me slip on a banana

There'll be punch served here

For those who can't stand beer

With stinky Boots on your feet

Stinky boots on your feet


I feel the presence of a ghost

That hangs around the verandah

Find a partner find a post

Watch out for the umbrella

Find a mug and grab some brew

Meet up with a Cockatoo

With stinky Boots on your feet

Stinky boots on your feet


Prelude

Come along and join the fun

Put your boots on for the thrill

Wear a hat and some shades

you wont look out of place in this ol' ville


So come and join some weird folks

That party on a verandah

They laugh and tell funny jokes

With a Cowboy Orchestra

And a self taught musical dude

Plays the fiddle in the nude

With stinky Boots on his feet

Stinky boots on his feet



©Beswick

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