sittin' in a bar in adelaide

well

i was sitting in a bar in adelaide

starin' at the barmaids tits

when i overheard a conversation that really gave me the shits

there was a cream shirted businessman shooting off his mouth to two of his safari jacket cronies

i could not believe what was being discussed by those three straight laced phonies

they said this country is on the rocks

we gotta kick the commos out

not a day too soon or we'll all be doomed and our wives and kids will have the pox

the dollars not worth the paper it's printed on

our stocks are droppin' like bricks

the unions got the country by the balls

our morals have been hit for a six

they moved the plastic plant over to the east

they're tryin' to keep the river clean

what about our profit where's our incentive? what about the capitalist dream?

then all of a sudden three girls arrived promotin' some new cigarettes

and headed for these three dead heads like my manager after his debts

and soon these family men and these three girls who were young enough to be their daughters

got horny and headed off back to their motel leavin' me to sip my mineral water

these are the kinda guys when they were in school

they'd punch a few longhairs

play the fool

now they're married settled down

wearin' cufflinks workin' downtown

property developers management consultants

pyramid selling and all

two sets of books for these legal crooks and a company car at call

big business is getting to me

think i'll go on the dole

might have to find for something to eat but i won't have to search my soul

so everybody that's here tonight

be prepared to stay and fight

'cause when the rich get richer and the poor stay poor

someone's gonna come poundin' on your door

and it won't be the cops it'll be your friends and you're gonna have to stick by them till the end

so all you readers of the toorak times and connoisseurs of vintage wines

switch on your brains read between the lines

you don't have to pay those parkin' fines

and for all you defenders of peanut john who hang onto the past and hang onto your dough

your daughters are out at our rock'n'roll show 'cause it sure beats home when there's nowhere to go

it sure beats home when there's nowhere to go

it sure beats home when there's nowhere to go

so i'm in a bar in adelaide and your somewhere out there

maybe you're laughing at me and my mates

well

i'd think again before it's too late

maybe you're sick of message songs but that song ain't where the message belongs

it belongs in your heart and in your hands

'cause if it ain't then you're not a free man

if it ain't then you're not a free man

if it ain't then you're not a free man

if it ain't then you're not a free man

if it ain't then you're not a free man