WOBBLY BOOT

Slim Dusty (with Rolf Harris) - 1998



When I was a lad, I remember me Dad coming home late Friday nights
Mum'd be there, she'd give him the glare, 'cause he'd be high as a kite
He'd say, "Sorry I'm late, I had a couple with me mates and we started to sing a few songs
And the next thing you know, it was time to go and I had the wobbly boot on"

Now, me Uncle's the same, he was never to blame when he came to our house
He'd light up the barbie, rip the top of a stubby and sit there quiet as a mouse
But later in the evenin' when he was leavin', even though he was wearin' thongs
He'd say, "I'm a bit shaky, I think I got me wobbly boot on"

Oh, it's a curse, there ain't nothin' worse, makes you feel like a big galoot
When you're standin' there, full of cheer, and somethin' goes wrong with your boot
You feel like a fool, you try to be cool, but you know it's no use
So you blame it on your wobbly, wobbly, blame it on your wobbly boot
Your wobbly, wobbly boot

Well, that was years ago and now I know all about these worldly things
How you gotta have some good times in your lifetime, have your little flings
But early in the mornin', when you're yawnin' and you're not feelin' too strong
You're wishin' over an over you'd stayed sober and you didn't have your wobbly boot on

BOTH:
Oh, it's a curse, there ain't nothin' worse, makes you feel like a big galoot
When you're standin' there, full of cheer, and somethin' goes wrong with your boot
You feel like a fool, you try to be cool, but you know it's no use
So you blame it on your wobbly, wobbly, you blame it on your wobbly boot
Your wobbly, wobbly boot

SPOKEN:
HARRIS: Ya know, Slim, it's a dirty job, but I reckon somebody should look into this little matter.
DUSTY: Is that right?
HARRIS: 'Cause it seems to me the bootmakers must be usin' wobbly leather. 
It's a flamin' disgrace to the Aussie race, as it's gone on for far too long. 
They should make 'em stronger, make 'em last longer
BOTH: Then we wouldn't have our wobbly boots on.
DUSTY: Ah yeah!

BOTH:
Oh, it's a curse, there ain't nothin' worse, makes you feel like a big galoot
When you're standin' there, full of cheer, and somethin' goes wrong with your boot
You feel like a fool, you try to be cool, but you know it's no use
So you blame it on your wobbly, wobbly, you blame it on your wobbly boot
Your wobbly, wobbly boot
You blame it on your wobbly boot



(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - August 2006)