Hut With No Beer
(Sung to the tune of you know what)
I rang up Wallwombat and asked "what's the plan?"
"We're off to the Bungles, come if you can!"
I packed up the car and bought lots of good cheer
'Cause there's nothing more lonesome, than a hut with no beer
A bottle of Scotch, a goon, forty beers
Enough for a teetotal man for a year
I knew it was hardly enough for my peers
'Cause they'd never stay long, at a hut with no beer
I slogged up the track with a Sherpa sized load
I had to leave some in the car at the road
I was worried as the carpark was nothing like near
'Cause there's nothing more sober, than a hut with no beer
The second night blew and the Scotch it came out
So did the goon, 'cause the beer was in drought
Stand back said our Dave, you have nothing to fear
I'll run to the car, for the hut with no beer
Dave was a hero, saved us from our plight
The beer it was drank in the warm candle light
One each in the morning to help pack our gear
'Cause there's nothing attractive, about a hut with no beer
We marched back to the cars and worked up a thirst
Lucky for all of us Dave got there first
He plucked our last three from the van with a cheer
'Cause there's nothing so dry, as a thirst without beer
Our statistics are awesome said Dave with a frown
Eighty beers, Scotch and goon, managed all to go down
He looked up the hill, and said with a tear
"But there's nothing more lonesome, than a hut with no beer.
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