by Bernie Tuck
As we get older we start thinking about what Heaven is like.
Topless angels serving boutique beers and the like .
I have now discovered Heaven:
Saturday afternoon at the MCG.
With your son.
Fine day.
Essendon supporters.
Playing Carlton.
Three quarter time.
Essendon seven goals up.
At the back of the Hugh Trumble Bar.
Under an umbrella.
Cold beer in hand.
AND WATCHING HUNDREDS OF CARLTON SUPPORTERS GOING HOME!
HEAVEN!
Insipring Bernie!
(Bluesy shuffle in G)
I woke up this morning, I walked to the ground
Yeah, I woke up this morning, I walked to the ground
I watched the reserves just’a running around
I stayed for the seniors, I didn’t drink beer
I didn’t drink no whiskey, I didn’t drink beer
I drank too much coffee, now I’m writing here
Take it away, Hubert!
You’ve surfaced Friar.