WE'RE ON HOLIDAYS

We'll pinch your park when you're not around, We're on holidays and we'll spread ourselves round. Four cars and a boat will take up your ground, No parking for you, but we're safe and sound. We'll need the lawn, the driveway and street parking for three, And a place for our dogs who like to wee. You locals can park wherever you choose, 'Cept in front of your houses - for that space we'll use. We'll throw our smoke packets right near your fence, Because we want you to take offence. We'll encroach whenever we get the chance, And show you locals who wears the pants. We Slickers use the tap in the reserve, To clean our boat motor - yes we have a nerve. We know there's a drought but we don't care, Anything for free we think is fair. Sweep the leaves down the drain, Cut down your trees locals, To reduce our pain. You've now been told what to do, If not, we'll Solicitor you. You Locals didn't do what we said, So we'll aim our floodlight at your house, Although it's high and above our head, It's just to annoy you and your spouse. We'll lean things against your new fence, And scratch it and mark it and cause more offence. We're not nasty, hateful or bad, You should welcome us and be glad. Our philosophy is simple and easy to apply, We don't give a shit 'bout people nearby. We're on holidays and that's our cue, And what we say is F*!# you. Old mate and his mate are the exception here, They always say G'day while sucking a beer. "Can we move the car so you can park?", "We're on holidays and it's not a lark". © Copyright Peter Mooney 2004-2008

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