We went down to the local bowls club
for a beer during lunchtime.
We met this old fella down there,
he was about half cut when we got there.
Here he is, Mur v Carawong!
I had no balls, so I borrowed
Dropped dead, he did. leaning over Kitty.
He had two balls this close,
what a shame, what a pity.
he said it's against the rules,
get off you old bastard, you silly old fool.
and the two balls his gloves.
He couldn't play where the rules
in his drawn -out stutter.
I would have hit Kenny far, far,
Well, Noel will be missed.
The beer was cheaper than the
And he died, they said, at his final roast.