Nancy Of The Underflow
Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 7:01 pm
Done that already Mausie
Nancy Of The Underflow
I had written him a letter, which I had for want of better knowledge
Sent to where I met him down Newcastle, years ago.
He was a stripper when I knew him so I sent the letter to him
Addressed simply as follows Nancy Of The Underflow.
And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected
For I think the same was written with mascara from a jar
Was his life partner who wrote it and verbatim I will quote it
Nancy's gone to Kings Cross Duckie for the Gay and lesbian Mardi Gras.
In my wild exotic fancy a vision comes to me of Nancy
out in front of the parade dressed in tight shorts and padded bra
While lines of Dykes on bikes are stringing, Nancy prances along singing
for a strippers life has pleasures that us straight folk never know.
His friends rush out to meet him with hugs and kisses do they greet him
and there’s a great big plastic fairy mounted up upon a car,
While he can see the tight suspenders of the lines of gender benders
and the everlasting glory of men in feathers stretches far.
I am sitting here in Logan cause I’m just a city bogan
who likes hanging with my mates and telling jokes in public bars
and on Sundays we go cruising round the suburbs of our choosin
doing burnouts in the streets in super duper hotted cars .
And I can hear the exhaust shaking as the rear end it is snaking
swinging left to right with black smoke just pouring from the wheel.
You can hear my mates all screaming while on their faces smiles are beaming
as I wack it into third and drift out far as wide tyres squeal.
All the coppers they do haunt me, with their squad cars do they taunt me
when I hear their sirens howling I roar off in nervous haste.
For they are eager, sly and greedy and their cruisers getting speedy
and if they catch me hooning mate they’ll confiscate my bloody car.
Now I really do not fancy that I’d like to swap with Nancy
cause I’m a true blue Aussie fella who is very quick to rile
and I don’t think I’d last second if a transvestite bloke should beckon
I would grab my six pack esky mate and run a bloody mile.
Bob Pacey ( with apologies to Banjo )
Nancy Of The Underflow
I had written him a letter, which I had for want of better knowledge
Sent to where I met him down Newcastle, years ago.
He was a stripper when I knew him so I sent the letter to him
Addressed simply as follows Nancy Of The Underflow.
And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected
For I think the same was written with mascara from a jar
Was his life partner who wrote it and verbatim I will quote it
Nancy's gone to Kings Cross Duckie for the Gay and lesbian Mardi Gras.
In my wild exotic fancy a vision comes to me of Nancy
out in front of the parade dressed in tight shorts and padded bra
While lines of Dykes on bikes are stringing, Nancy prances along singing
for a strippers life has pleasures that us straight folk never know.
His friends rush out to meet him with hugs and kisses do they greet him
and there’s a great big plastic fairy mounted up upon a car,
While he can see the tight suspenders of the lines of gender benders
and the everlasting glory of men in feathers stretches far.
I am sitting here in Logan cause I’m just a city bogan
who likes hanging with my mates and telling jokes in public bars
and on Sundays we go cruising round the suburbs of our choosin
doing burnouts in the streets in super duper hotted cars .
And I can hear the exhaust shaking as the rear end it is snaking
swinging left to right with black smoke just pouring from the wheel.
You can hear my mates all screaming while on their faces smiles are beaming
as I wack it into third and drift out far as wide tyres squeal.
All the coppers they do haunt me, with their squad cars do they taunt me
when I hear their sirens howling I roar off in nervous haste.
For they are eager, sly and greedy and their cruisers getting speedy
and if they catch me hooning mate they’ll confiscate my bloody car.
Now I really do not fancy that I’d like to swap with Nancy
cause I’m a true blue Aussie fella who is very quick to rile
and I don’t think I’d last second if a transvestite bloke should beckon
I would grab my six pack esky mate and run a bloody mile.
Bob Pacey ( with apologies to Banjo )
