The Shed John Williamson

Hey, did you ever wake up in the morning
On the wrong side of the bed
A bit confused and yawning
You go straight out the back to your shed

Yeah, all Australian boys need a shed
A place where he can go, somewhere to clear his head
To think about the things his woman said
Yeah, all Australian boys need a shed

A joint to learn to read an' write, to work on his bike at night
To grow up as he likes, to grow anything under lights
A place to keep his tools, nuts and bolts and drills
To hang a hide, to hide the dry or hang to pay the bills

Well my old shed, she leaks a bit, the roof is caving in
Nothing that a bloke can't fix with a few spare sheets of tin
The beams are old telegraph poles, white ants have eaten out
She creaks and sways on windy days and leans towards the south

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And there's a fridge in the corner with a few cans on the ice
And a calendar from the tire service hangs above the vice
All the pictures so far are easy on the eye
But I've had a sneaky preview and I can't wait for July