He's got the world at his feet
But can't find his shoes
A poet when sober
But bad on the booze
A real hard case
But easy to bruise
Tony M' Mate
Well, He knows how to work
If you give him a job
He's never been guilty
Of being a slob
No, He works his ring off
To make a few bob
Tony M' Mate
Well, He still loves Elvis
He drives a ute
He finds it real easy
To get a Roo . . .
Sometimes he's a mongrel
Sometimes he's beaut
Tony M' Mate
Well, He'd be a legend
If he didn't blow it
So much to show
But can't seem to show it
But give him a seed
He knows how to grow it
Tony M' Mate

ENVIAR CORREÇÕES