Plastic Container of Plonk (Live)

歌詞

I remember the days that we used to go fishing After the whiting around Skirmish Point With a carton of stubbies, a bucket of yabbies And worms that we dug from all over the joint And a plastic container of plonk And a plastic container of plonk Remember the day old Charlie got blotto And fell all about in a tangle of lines He was singing his head off and whirling his sinker And while he was having a wonderful time He spilled me container of plonk He spilled me container of plonk Now it splashed all about and some fell in the bucket And the yabbies all went on a beautiful spree They drank me rough red and got tight as old Charlie Arguing and singing, left nothing for me Of me plastic container of plonk Of me plastic container of plonk We were baiting with yabbies all well marinated And waving their claws as they went on their way And the whiting all heard of this marvellous tucker And came in their thousands from all round the Bay To indulge in some yabbies and plonk To indulge in some yabbies and plonk Now our creels were soon full, so we started off homeward With a teetotal nephew to manage the car And the whiting all rose to surface to thank us For the new taste sensation that came in a jar Me plastic container of plonk Me plastic container of plonk So don't talk to me about burleying whiting Just take a tip from an old fisherman Get some rough red and before you go fishing Tip a good slosh in the bait-holding can From your plastic container of plonk Your plastic container of plonk