Walter quit the RAF When there was no good air left. Made it back to the clan. The dog, the wife, the betting slip wet in his hand. And no ones listening. To the boys Tim, Jaimme and Gab. Keeping himup while his mistress rings his hands. Picked himup after school Just make sure you are looking good. And no ones leaving.
Walter plays. Get off your knees. Walter plays. Get off your knees.
Its mini coke and prawns again In his room or on the sand. Not a day before he fell Propping up the bar at the Raffles hotel. And no one leaving.
Walter plays Get off your knees. Gi have the kids a hand Down on the sand.
No ones listening. Walter plays Get off your knees. Gi have the kids a hand Down on the sand.
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