I'm grateful to have spent my early childhood in the bush with my family. There were six of us kids
Growing up Aussi Style
My dad's my mate; he's taught me lots
Beginning from my birth
He worked hard shining floors
as he paced back and forth
Oh, my mum; she had it good
She stayed at home and played
She liked to play mummies a lot
because she played it everyday
She cooked and cleaned and mucked around
While my dad; he went to work
He'd give her lots of money too
But she wouldn't share... jerk!
Growing up was hard you know
With my mum lurking round
We couldn't burp or let one rip
Oh man, she'd get real wound
My dad would laugh or crack a joke
Then see mum's evil look
Our eyes would lower and look around
We'd laugh behind our books
Oh yeah, we'd get sent to bed
But it was all worth the stir
My dad: he'd come and sneak us treats
No matter where we were
I hated school, just like my dad
Mum sent me everyday
I'd pretend I was sick and stay in bed
But she'd send me anyway
My mum would say you shouldn't lie
She'd get upset and yell
But my dad would tell me I would be
A great actress: he could tell
When I was older and drank too much
My dad: he gave a lift
He warned me good. Steer clear of mum
In case she gets a whiff
My dad's my mate. My mum's a witch
It's always been that way
My dad didn't mind me going out
Ask mum, he'd just say
My mum, she'd ask questions; lots
It used to get me mad
My dad: he'd smile and roll his eyes
When caught, he'd suffer bad
Now I've left and big myself
I often wonder how
She lived with him, the kid he was
Though we laugh about it now
It was good to grow where I did
With the feral cat and cow
Mum thinks the kids have grown and gone
But the biggest is with her now
My family and the Aussie life
A funny kind of way
But I thank the Lord for what I had
Each and everyday
