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Gawd - puddy tat That post was hours ago, can't find it now. Remind me. Can't remember anything 2 minutes ago let alone an hour or more ago Pam

Let me tell you of an interview With an Old man Emu. He's got a beak and feathers and things, But the poor old fella ain't got no wings. Aren't you jealous of the wedge-tailed eagle? Um ba da li ti da da da, But the eagles flying 'round and 'round Keep two feet firmly on the ground. Now, I can't fly, but I'm tellin' you. I can run the pants off a kangaroo Well, he was a model for the 50 cents. Um ba da li ti da da da. The designer should've had more sense. Um ba da lit ti da da da. If you take a look, it'll prove to you I ran the pants off that kangaroo. Take a look, it'll prove to you He ran the pants off the kangaroo. He can't loop-de-loo like a cockatoo, Um ba da li ti da da da, Swoop and toss like an albatross, Um ba da li ti da da da. You silly galah, I'm better by far Than a white cockatoo or a budrigar. They squeak and squawk and try to talk. Why, me and them's like cheese and chalk. Well, the last time I saw Old Man Emu, Um ba da li ti da da da, He was chasing a female emu. Um ba da li ti da da da. As he shot past, I heard him say, 'She can't fly, but I'm tellin' you She can run the pants off a kangaroo.' Do do do do do do. She can't fly, but I'm tellin' you She can run the pants off a kangaroo. Well, there is a moral to this ditty. Um ba da li ti da da da. Thrush can sing, but he ain't pretty. Um ba da li ti da da da. Duck can swim, but he can't sing. Nor can the eagle on the wing. Emu can't fly, but I'm tellin' you He can run the pants off a kangaroo. Outro Well, the kookaburra laughed and he said, 'It's true. Um ba da li ti da da da. AH HA HA HA, HA HA HA HOO. HE CAN RUN THE PANTS OFF A KANGAROO.' KOOKOOOOoooooooKAAAAAAAAHHHHHhhhAHHHHA.......:>)) Tony Oz...:>))))

LOL Pam You posted it on here but when I went onto Vonny's change a letter thread you'd also posted it on there followed by another post saying sorry wrong one lolol. So I was thinking maybe you'd already had some of those pills lololol

No puddy tat had 2 screens goin, hit the wrong button. Wern't p****d then, I'm gettin close now Pam

Blimey Tony.......... What a marathon! But I sang it with you mate! OK ........ here goes another Oh it's lonesome away from your kindred and all By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come There's a faraway look on the face of the bum The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer What a terrible place is a pub with no beer The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer When the barman says suddenly: 'The pub's got no beer!' Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes But when he is told he says, 'What's this I hear? I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!' There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife He walks in the kitchen; she says: 'You're early, Bill dear' Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer So it's lonesome away from your kindred and all By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer

Aaaahh...Anna xx Thats me favourite..:>)))) Me dad used to play that on guitar every sunday morning, while having 'Catholic hour' ( Boozin ) with his mates on the Verandah. Can still hear him playing it. Tony Oz..:>)) ps. The only difference was, he didnt use ..'but the boss is inside'...he used another 'B' word ending with a 'D'...lol

Nighty nite all; don't let the bed bugs bite. Pam

The 'Catholic Hour'?? We called it Sunday School Rudee!

Nite Little duck Hope you sang your little heart out for Lew Lew's birthday. Pity she couldn't hear us, being asleep and all! Irene good ni .i.i.i.i.i.ght Irene goodnight Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene I'll see you in my dreams.

Drink! Drink! Drink! To eyes that are bright as stars when they're shining on me Drink! Drink! Drink! To lips that are red and sweet as the fruit on the tree Here's a hope that those bright eyes will shine Lovingly, longingly soon into mine May those lips that are red and sweet Tonight with joy my own lips meet Drink! Drink! Let the toast start! May young hearts never part! Drink! Drink! Drink! Let ev'ry true lover salute his sweetheart Let's Drink! Oooo....was that Mario Lanza who just glided through?

Anna. Different religion...same meaning...lol Tony Oz...:>))

Night Pam

Anna Sang and sang and sang She is pi**ed Ducky

Oooooh Trifley I thought for a moment it was Nefer! Does he have a lovely voice?

Who is tired and emotional Ducky? Not I - but how are you? Ready to fall into bed? Hey - anybody there? They need some people from Oz on the 'holding hands thread' to reach out and make a big friendship circle. Come on Wattlers - join hands. Anna

night puddy tat Night Trifley My love affair is waiting Pam

Nightyy night Anna Pam

For Barbs G,G, Granndies. Her eyes they shone like the diamonds You'd think she was queen of the land And her hair hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band. In a neat little town they call Belfast Apprenticed to trade I was bound And many an hour's sweet happiness I spent in that neat little town. Till bad misfortune came o'er me That caused me to stray from the land Far away from my friends and relations To follow the black velvet band. Well, I was out strolling one evening Not meaning to go very far When I met with a pretty young damsel Who was selling her trade in the bar. When I watched, she took from a customer And slipped it right into my hand Then the Watch came and put me in prison Bad luck to the black velvet band. Next morning before judge and jury For a trial I had to appear And the judge, he said, 'You young fellows... The case against you is quite clear And seven long years is your sentence You're going to Van Dieman's Land Far away from your friends and relations To follow the black velvet band.' So come all you jolly young fellows I'd have you take warning by me Whenever you're out on the liquor, me lads, Beware of the pretty colleen. She'll fill you with whiskey and porter Until you're not able to stand And the very next thing that you'll know, me lads, You're landed in Van Dieman's Land. Tony Oz..:>))

Laurie, you with us

You're in fine voice tonight, Tony. TX