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• Artiste: Thirty Odd Foot Of Grunts
• Titre: The Legend of Barry Kable
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It was Barry's dad that committed the deed That mapped out the life young Barry would lead Eagle on his chest, he'd roar at the wilderness 'Til the stars came out in his own head Now he waits at the post office for delivery walks down to the Talbot, just in time for tea At least at the hostel, they won't steal your steaks, My name is Barry and I brought my own plate Well, he'd ride with me, spit on me, take me on in Crown street He crossed that road like a river Painter and Docker, piss-head boxer But a Rose of Australia was mad Barry Dog in the moonlight, gentleman when he was right He just dropped dead in the bottle shop of the Gaslight Well, he'd ride with me, spit on me, take me on in Crown street He crossed that road like a river I met Barry's boy driving him to McKinnon (which is a detox unit) He confessed to me he'd been doin' it hard Looked like his dad, only braver Well I might have helped him if I could just give the drink away Well, he'd ride with me, spit on me, take me on in Crown street He crossed that road like a river