The Great Aussie Take-Away Eric Bogle

I'm an ordinary Aussie bloke; cultured, clean and neat
I do not drink or swear or smoke, but boy! I like to eat
Keep your poofy parlour food, your Greek and Lebanese
Turkish and Italian, French and Japanese
What makes me mouth water isn't any one of these
No, I like take-away

Hamburgers and steak sangers, dim sims and sausage rolls
Saveloys, meat pies, hot dogs and beef rissoles
For value and vitamins they sure beat all the rest
A take-away every day, puts hairs upon your chest
But just what's in the bloody things is anybody's guеss
But I still like take-away

I bought myself a piе, the other night, down at my local café
I was just about to take a bite, when the pie – it screamed out "Neigh!"
And right before me eyes, the bloody thing rears up
Shoots out through the front door like a runaway truck
The last thing I heard, it had won the Melbourne Cup
But I still like take-aways

I bought meself some saveloys, though, to tell yous all the truth
I wish I'd worn me corduroys, when one of them went "Woof!"
It jumped right off the table, around the room did run
I thought I'd seen it all mate, but the best was yet to come
For it cocked itself against me leg and bit me in the bum
But I still like take-away