Sequel To The Pub With No Beer

It won't happen again at the pub way out back

Since they air freight the beer and are done with the track

They've gone all real modern as you soon will hear

Now it's all ancient history, the pub with no beer

The drover we knew rests his horse now for keeps

And he rides 'round the town in the latest of jeeps

There's the old swaggy now, he's a different man too

With a joke he'll say don't step on my blue suede shoes

The pub has no verandah, it's a new smart drive in

Where they serve you with cocktails, liqueurs and gin

There's no dog in the lane and there's no hitching post

The boss is no barman he's known as mine host

Older Billy the blacksmith, shot home like a gun

And rebuilt the old place with money he'd won

Now he'll service your car with the greatest of care

Since there's no need for horses on the plains way out there

When it's all said and done there was no need to curse

Although things were bad they might have been worse

The locals so proud all make this their boast

More money rolls in than along the Gold Coast

So it's lonesome no more at the new Hotel Grande

Where there's laughter and song plus a rock and roll band

But the old timers smile through the laughter and cheer

'Cause they remember the days when the pub had no beer