Another recycled one
Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2015 7:44 am
‘SYDNEY’
© Ross Magnay 18/6/06
“I’d like a seat right up the back I’m not like all them dills,
I never heard of one of these things, backin’ into hills!”
“Oh you’ll be right” the hostess said, “We’ve never lost one yet”
“But every time you fly one that gets closer don’t forget”
“I hope this ain’t the same machine that Billy Hayes broke in,
I’m not even half the rider, Billy Hayes has bin!”
“Now sir I think you’ve been misled, that flight was not the norm
Mr Hayes was just unlucky that we struck a thunderstorm.”
“Them thunderstorms are pretty rare, I ‘spose it should be right,
but just the same I’ll keep this bloody girth strap pulled up tight.”
The plane climbed up and levelled out, the flight was smooth as silk,
and then I said “Yeah just black tea, two sugars and no milk.”
Two hours further down the track a crackle overhead,
“We’re about to start descending into Sydney” so it said.
And when we busted through the clouds you coulda knocked me down,
no trees just roads and bloody houses scattered all aroun’
So then they let us off the plane; like cattle off a crate,
and marched us down that flamin’ chute and shoved us through the gate.
So there we was in Sydney town and what a bloody sight,
funny looking people rushing left and rushing right.
All draggin’ funny lookin’ things with wheels and handles on,
and some with funny lookin’ hats, backwards on their scone.
Some with shrapnel in their nose, and ears and eyes and face,
I swear they look to me as if they come from outer space!
There’s blokes in suits with little things shoved up against their ears,
two blokes holdin’ bloody hands, someone said they’re queers.
And no one ever says g’day, they just keep rushing past,
this is my first time in this place and I reckon too, the last!
And then I steps outside the door there’s people everywhere,
people pushin’, rushin’, shovin’ they don’t seem to care,
about whose turn it really is, as long as they are next,
and poking at them little things, I heard them say it’s text?
About face me and back inside, I need another plane,
I’m scared it could be catchin’, all this bein’ quite insane!
“Just get me back to Alice far away from all this push,
so I can save my sanity out in the Aussie bush.”
© Ross Magnay 18/6/06
“I’d like a seat right up the back I’m not like all them dills,
I never heard of one of these things, backin’ into hills!”
“Oh you’ll be right” the hostess said, “We’ve never lost one yet”
“But every time you fly one that gets closer don’t forget”
“I hope this ain’t the same machine that Billy Hayes broke in,
I’m not even half the rider, Billy Hayes has bin!”
“Now sir I think you’ve been misled, that flight was not the norm
Mr Hayes was just unlucky that we struck a thunderstorm.”
“Them thunderstorms are pretty rare, I ‘spose it should be right,
but just the same I’ll keep this bloody girth strap pulled up tight.”
The plane climbed up and levelled out, the flight was smooth as silk,
and then I said “Yeah just black tea, two sugars and no milk.”
Two hours further down the track a crackle overhead,
“We’re about to start descending into Sydney” so it said.
And when we busted through the clouds you coulda knocked me down,
no trees just roads and bloody houses scattered all aroun’
So then they let us off the plane; like cattle off a crate,
and marched us down that flamin’ chute and shoved us through the gate.
So there we was in Sydney town and what a bloody sight,
funny looking people rushing left and rushing right.
All draggin’ funny lookin’ things with wheels and handles on,
and some with funny lookin’ hats, backwards on their scone.
Some with shrapnel in their nose, and ears and eyes and face,
I swear they look to me as if they come from outer space!
There’s blokes in suits with little things shoved up against their ears,
two blokes holdin’ bloody hands, someone said they’re queers.
And no one ever says g’day, they just keep rushing past,
this is my first time in this place and I reckon too, the last!
And then I steps outside the door there’s people everywhere,
people pushin’, rushin’, shovin’ they don’t seem to care,
about whose turn it really is, as long as they are next,
and poking at them little things, I heard them say it’s text?
About face me and back inside, I need another plane,
I’m scared it could be catchin’, all this bein’ quite insane!
“Just get me back to Alice far away from all this push,
so I can save my sanity out in the Aussie bush.”