Bush Peter

He seldom talks about his past nor pines for what has been And green hills beyond Toora to him don't sem so green Down at the pub he socialize though most times he seems shy And in his heart he'll always be a fresh faced country boy. On gum tree by his father's house the magpie often sang And in the Paddocks roundabout the voice of bushlark rang But he was never Nature loving boy or so he will tell you He'd much prefer to watch the strippers in the pub at Kew. At the Clifton Hotel after work with pot of beer in hand By table where the strippers dance at back of queue he stand To the encouragement of rough shod men the stripper sheds her clothes And what is running through his mind the good god only knows. He's twenty seven years old and he's never had a wife And he'd much prefer his freedom and his seedier way of life And without woman to cheat on he live the way he choose And he spends most of his earnings in the brothels and the booze. Bush Peter is first to admit that he's not squeaky clean And since he left the Toora hills in strange places he's been He's either in the Clifton pub or house of ill renown Perhaps the brothel in Melbourne known as 'Top of the Town'. But he's an honest sort of bloke and for what he want he pay And if every man were like him then this World would be okay And women would not feel afraid to leave their homes at dark To walk the dim lit alley way or unlit city park. He seldom talk about his past or pine for what has been And green hills beyond Toora to him doesn't seem so green He'd rather be at Clifton pub with a beer can in his hand By table where the strippers dance at back of queue he stand.