THE AUSSIE MEAT PIE

Now get off your knees and stand to attention

As I tell you a tale of an Aussie Invention

Don't get in a tither or have a good cry

Because this is the tale of the humble meat pie

This tasty morsal consists of pieces of horse

And the old greyhound who was slow on the course

A bloody great roo,a frog and a toad

And a siamese cat that got squashed on the road

It's all cooked together in stainless steel vats

(Six foot of the floor to keep out the rats)

And added to this is a thick juicy gravy

And made by the gross for the Army and Navy

Some people believe they are an aphrodisiac

(Well if you eat too many you end up on your back)

They're eaten by clergy and black collered vicars

And young office girls without any knickers

By storemen and packers,painters and dockers

Downer supporters ,trendies and rockers

Gulped down by skinheads with Doc Martin boots

And Pitt Street farmers in blue pin-striped suits

Nibbled politely in Rose Bay and Valcluse

And swallowed in one by blokes on the booze

By all of those joggers with big hairy chests

Who let all the gravy drip onto their vests

By policemen at Ryde with big plates of meat

Who manage a couple whilst out on the beat

Enjoyed by pilots in planes and choppers

And if they go stale make solid door stoppers

By talk-back announcers like Jonesey and Laws

(They've got plenty of muscles built into their jaws)

Eaten by ticket collectors at North Hornsby station

In fact they';re enjoyed by the whole bloody nation

By Eddie The Pom