The Shed

Hey, did you ever wake up in the morning

On the wrong side of the bed

I bit confused and yawning

You go straight out the back to your shed

Yeah, all Australian boys need a shed

A place where he can go, somewhere to clear his head

To think about the things his woman said

Yeah, all Australian boys need a shed

A joint to learn to read an' write, to work on his bike at night

To grow up as he likes, to grow anything under lights

A place to keep his tools, nuts and bolts and drills

To hang a hide, to hide the dry or hang to pay the bills

Well my old shed, she leaks a bit, the roof is caving in

Nothing that a bloke can't fix with a few spare sheets of tin

The beams are old telegraph poles, white ants have eaten them

She creaks and sways on windy days and leans towards the sound

Yeah, all Australian boys need a shed

At the back of the shed where the dogs are fed near last years bails of lucern

Sticky tall green leaves came up from thrown out seeds

All it took was bantam poop, I watered 'em once and they grew some

They should be prime 'bout Easter time if no nosy neighbour steals 'em

Yeah, all Australian boys need a shed

To weld up broken gates, a place for all his mates

To come 'round Sunday arvo' for a gin

A place to make a racket, to find the pipe and pack it

To think about the things his woman said

Yeah, all Australian boys need a shed

Yeah, all Australian boys need a shed

Yeah, all Australian boys need a shed