Wobbly Boot

When I was a lad, I remember me Dad
Coming home late Friday nights
Mum'd be there, she'd give him a glare
'Cause he'd be high as a kite
He'd say, "Sorry I'm late, I had a couple with the mates
And we started to sing a few songs
And the next thing you know, it was time to go
And I had the wobbly boot on..."

Now, me uncle's the same, he was never to blame
When he came to our house
He'd light up the barbie, rip the top of a stubby
And sit there quiet as a mouse
But later in the evening when he was leaving
Even though he was wearing thongs
He'd say to me: "I'm a bit shaky –
I think I got me wobbly boot on"

Oh, it's a curse, there ain't nothing worse
Makes you feel like a big galoot
When you're standing there, full of cheer
And something goes wrong with your boot
You feel like a fool, you try to be cool
But you know it's no use
So you blame it on your wobbly, wobbly
Blame it on your wobbly boot
Your wobbly, wobbly boot

Well, that was years ago and now I know
All about these worldly things
How you gotta have some good times in your lifetime
Have your little flings
But early in the morning, when you're yawning
And you're not feeling too strong
You're wishing over an over you'd stayed sober
And you didn't have your wobbly boot on

Oh, it's a curse, there ain't nothing worse
Makes you feel like a big galoot
When you're standing there, full of cheer
And something goes wrong with your boot
You feel like a fool, you try to be cool
But you know it's no use
So you blame it on your wobbly, wobbly
You blame it on your wobbly boot
Your wobbly, wobbly boot

Ya know, Slim, it's a dirty job, but I reckon
Somebody should look into this little matter
Is that right?
'Cause it seems to me the bootmakers
Must be using wobbly leather!
It's a flaming disgrace to the Aussie race
As it's gone on for far too long
They should make 'em stronger – make 'em last longer
Then we wouldn't have our wobbly boots on!
Ah yeah!

Oh, it's a curse, there ain't nothing worse
Makes you feel like a big galoot
When you're standing there, full of cheer
And something goes wrong with your boot
You feel like a fool, you try to be cool
But you know it's no use
So you blame it on your wobbly, wobbly
You blame it on your wobbly boot
Your wobbly, wobbly boot