Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

I was down by Bondi Pier, Sucking tubes of ice cold beer, With a bucket full of prawns upon my knee. When I swallowed the last prawn, I had a Technicolor yawn, And I chundered in the old Pacific Sea.

CHORUS: Drink it up, drink it up, Crack another dozen tubes or so with me. If you want to blow your voice, Mate, you’ve got no other choice, But to chunder in the old Pacific Sea.

I was down by the great surf, When a mate of mine called Murph, Asked if he could crack a tube or three with me. Well, he barely swallowed it, When he went for the big spit, And he chundered in the old Pacific Sea.

CHORUS: I’ve had liquid laughs in bars, I’ve chundered from moving cars, And I’ve chundered where and when it pleases me. But if I could choose the spot, To regurgitate the lot, Then I’d chunder in the old Pacific Sea.

ONE EVENING IN OCTOBER Poem by Benjamin Hapgood Burt

One evening in October, when I was one-third sober, An’ taking home a “load” with manly pride; My poor feet began to stutter, so I lay down in the gutter, And a pig came up an’ lay down by my side; Then we sang “It’s all fair weather when good fellows get together,” Till a lady passing by was heard to say: “You can tell a man who ‘boozes’ by the company he chooses” And the pig got up and slowly walked away.