Mad Bastards Page #3

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Rumba

Ukulele play

Songs of yesterday

Six guitars, a thousand stars

Is a long, long way

from the smoky bars

'Pearly Shells' and 'Old TI'

Rattling with the spoons

late into the night

Matchstick picking

on a fishing line string

Play the melody

just to make 'em sing

Under the mango tree

With those pretty girls

and frangipanis

Moonlight glitter on the bay

Like teardrops rolling in the waves

Rumba

Ukulele play

Songs of yesterday...

Any smoke, my boy?

Here, last one, yeah?

Thank you, my boy.

You look... you're not from this country.

From down Perth way. Down south.

Jumbardu.

- Jumbardu. Any tubacca?

- Any smoke?

Nothing! Only last one

this young fella bin have 'em.

You good young fella.

Thank you for smoke.

No worries, Uncle.

Calypso

Can you limbo?

Cubba-cubba, old-time disco

Hula-hula, wobbly nura

Pretty girls and frangipanis

Moonlight glitter on the bay

Like teardrops rolling in the waves

Rumba

Ukulele play

Songs of yesterday

In the moonlight

Rumba

Ukulele play

In the moonlight

'Pearly Shells' and singing

In the moonlight

Under the mango tree

In the moonlight.

Nella.

Is she there?

Is Nella there?

So tell me exactly what he said now.

Exactly what happened.

Well, the phone rang. I answered it.

This bloke was there.

He was asking for you.

I told him you weren't here.

I said, "Who's this?"

He said, "It's TJ.

"Tell her I'm coming up".

And did he say where or when?

Nuh. He just said he was coming.

F***.

Same time you know

he's talking sh*t, but, eh?

Yeah.

He been ringing up again.

I heard Mum and all them mob

talking.

Little firebug.

And what did they say?

They just reckon he coming here.

Your proper dad?

What do you reckon he'll be like?

Mum reckon he... Mum reckon

he a bit of a wild fella.

She don't like him that much.

I wouldn't mind meeting him.

Hey.

Hey, g'day, mate.

How far you going?

Hey, gully.

That Yagoo round?

Righto, boys. Just out here.

What, they think

we're gonna stop for them?

What the f*** is going on here?

They'd better move.

I don't think

they're gonna move!

Come on, come on!

Get out of the way!

- Come on!

- Move, move!

Jesus!

- What the f***?

- Hang on. Pull up. Pull up!

That's Uncle Black.

What's that old bugger doing out here?

What's all that about?

Oh, here we go.

We can't fit 'em all in.

Jesus, we nearly run you mob

over. What's wrong with you?

Next time, bro.

We can't fit you all in.

You'll have to try

the next car coming there.

Hey, Uncle Black,

what you doin' here?

Trying to go home.

I want a lift to Five Rivers.

Hop in. Jump in the back.

Hello, my boy.

I think I know you.

Hey.

You got a smoke?

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