I am sitting all alone
On a park bench
Waiting for the buskers
To play our songs
Whether they come out quickly
Or take so long
They should be enjoyable
*** *** *** whack him on the ***
Say to each other why don’t you hum
But then after that
The first busker came out
And sang American pie to the crowd
Each verse was sang very well
The last was all so loud
Then they sang joy to the world
By three dog night
And sang out loud being heard right
Into the night
They partied right and all through the night
Never worried what will happen
When the crowd will come out and fight
Then the second busker came
His name was don hoy
And sang on the road again
Thinking about the coach he drove
All over the country
Travelled from Sydney right through
To Perth city
Don hoys version of the song took a while
As he dropped into sale
To pick up Lyle
And take him around the country
They got on well
Being loud, can’t you tell
But Lyle wanted a hot cuppa mate
It isn’t too late
To be with your mate
But I miss my mum and dad
The second song don hoy sang
Was I am Australian by the seekers
You see he missed Judith Durham
And wanted to see her dead body
Through a peeper
When he was supposed to say
We share a dream don said drink
Because that is what the Aussies do
The third song was looking for an echo
And he sounded like ole 55
So as he sang the song
People put money in his hat
The echo was played and
The buskers all went home