It's taken me ten hours to stop laughing enough to type.
There's a great old Australian song you would love,
Out on the board the old shearer stands,
Grasping his shears in his thin bony hands
Fixed is his gaze on a bare-bellied yoe,
Glory if he gets her, won't he make the ringer go.
Chorus
Click go the shears boys, click, click, click,
Wide is his blow and his hands move quick,
The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow,
And curses the old snagger with the bare-bellied joe.
I'm sure you could get the clicking to fit with the chorus.
Oh god.....I've got tears in my eyes..........
