Pokey Little Puppy

Sitting by the river sighing reminiscing against a wall When all us kids would dance all night in some Geelong West Town Hall With black jeans, packed a suitcase full of winning smiles In the perfume clouds of the gothic vanilla brides Gritty songs and midnight choir and piano thump the sky Sweating beer and dancing on all through the sleepless summer nights Saloon bar rumbling full of beautiful sheep, yeah Livin life like it's shark week, cos you could die in your sleep Pokey little puppy's all alone, alone, alone, alone There'll be no dessert when you get home, home, home, home Just a little curious, looking for a bone Well nobody's fault You're just accident prone Marsh-mallows burn, the world's on fire, teenagers mosh and brawl Bleeding ears, broken hearts, stutter words of love, b-b-b-baby can't we have it all Smokey den of mystery, singe our wings a bit while we dance yeah Remember it like yesterday, my friends, I guess we had our chance Stagger street at the zombie prom and we're all just hanging on Heading down the Nash hotel where we keep on keeping on Bleary eyes in beer disguise till the night is gone, yeah Just having a ball and singing their dirty songs, alright Pokey little puppy's all alone, alone, alone, alone There'll be no dessert when you get home, home, home, home Just a little curious, looking for a bone Well nobody's fault You're just accident prone Kicking out the living dead, cause they can't stay all night Got jobs and wives to go home to, hail a taxi sing your lullabies, yeah, eh With the vagabonds Yeah the vagabonds Just a havin' a ball and singing their dirty songs Well pokey little puppy's all alone, alone, alone, alone There'll be no dessert when you get home, home, home, home Just a little curious, looking for a bone Well nobody's fault You're just accident prone