We got drunk on 70’s media
Deep in suburbia mind states..
No one had to wonder
Nixon was definitely a fake!
Vietnam was viewed
Through a fisheye lens
Body bags on helicopters
****** a moral sin
When it was over
There was little respect
For any of them…

If I were a wise old fool
Or a duck out of luck
Would I count my money
by thimble or by a dumping truck

I'm glad I have no such problems
I broke the rules and bank
I own a four cornered mansion
On every street with steeply sloping banks

I have no problems eating
I mark every foodline on a map
I own stock in Salvation Army
I bought off this persuasive chap

I worry not for tomorrow
Today is good enough for me
I've been told I have no future
So say the fortune tellers that is all they see

Oh well , oh whale , oh wail
It doesn't matter me
Time now for a free lunch
Then in your alley I will surely go to ***

Forever flows through the same vein
Everything I believe seems just right
With you there is only this moment
With you all there is -  Is tonight

I used to sing love songs,
but now it's just pub songs
'..down at the old Bull and Bush..'

drinking my schooners of Australian sherry
getting a bit wayward, getting a bit merry,

and I pause here to note,
those schooners were the nearest things to any ship
that I ever held dear.

I wouldn't recommend the wine
the barkeep is lucky that he ain't
doing time for selling that slop,
down at the old
down at the old?
that's another problem, too much drink and
I can't think what pub I'm in.