ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Sunday arvos don't ya love em birds are singing everywhere
the crisp clear smell of Winter as I slump back in me chair.
The local kids are playing footy in the sun it is so bright
not a computer game or mobile phone at all in bloody sight.


Bob

Sunday arvos don't ya love ‘em, birds are singing everywhere
the crisp clear smell of winter as I slump back in me chair.
The local kids are playing footy in the sun it is so bright
not a computer game or mobile phone at all in bloody sight.
Bob

Sunday arvos don’t ya love ‘em – light the barbie, grab a beer
and the missus if you want to, waltz her round and give a cheer
to the Aussies on the tele winning gold – that Taylor’s hot,
she’s won gold in women’s breaststroke - scored the podiums central spot.
MC

Sunday arvos don't ya love ‘em, birds are singing everywhere
the crisp clear smell of winter as I slump back in me chair.
The local kids are playing footy in the sun it is so bright
not a computer game or mobile phone at all in bloody sight.
Bob

Sunday arvos don’t ya love ‘em – light the barbie, grab a beer
and the missus if you want to, waltz her round and give a cheer
to the Aussies on the tele winning gold – that Taylor’s hot,
she’s won gold in women’s breaststroke - scored the podiums central spot.
MC

Sunday arvos dont ya love 'em, gran-dies playing in the yard
backyard cricket, sounds of laughter, pranks to keep us on our guard
neighbors calling, "can we join you?, come on in there's room for more
grab a chair, now whats the latest? days like this I so adore.
Sue

Sunday arvos don't ya love ‘em, birds are singing everywhere
the crisp clear smell of winter as I slump back in me chair.
The local kids are playing footy in the sun it is so bright
not a computer game or mobile phone at all in bloody sight.
Bob

Sunday arvos don’t ya love ‘em – light the barbie, grab a beer
and the missus if you want to, waltz her round and give a cheer
to the Aussies on the tele winning gold – that Taylor’s hot,
she’s won gold in women’s breaststroke - scored the podiums central spot.
MC

Sunday arvos dont ya love 'em, gran-dies playing in the yard
backyard cricket, sounds of laughter, pranks to keep us on our guard
neighbors calling, "can we join you?, come on in there's room for more
grab a chair, now whats the latest? days like this I so adore.
Sue

Sunday arvos don't ya love ‘em, birds are singing everywhere
the crisp clear smell of winter as I slump back in me chair.
The local kids are playing footy in the sun it is so bright
not a computer game or mobile phone at all in bloody sight.
Bob

Sunday arvos don’t ya love ‘em – light the barbie, grab a beer
and the missus if you want to, waltz her round and give a cheer
to the Aussies on the tele winning gold – that Taylor’s hot,
she’s won gold in women’s breaststroke - scored the podiums central spot.
MC

Sunday arvos dont ya love 'em, gran-dies playing in the yard
backyard cricket, sounds of laughter, pranks to keep us on our guard
neighbors calling, "can we join you?, come on in there's room for more
grab a chair, now whats the latest? days like this I so adore.
Sue

Sunday arvos don't you love 'em, back yard garden's full of weeds
Grass is just about knee high. I really should roll up my sleeves.
But Sunday's arvos's special. One does only as one needs.
So I'll sit here in the shade and watch the missus rake the leaves.
Wazza

Sunday is the rest day the best day of all.

Bob