The Woodshed

The Woodshed is burning up
Grab a pint mate, keep turning up
The people are coming round
Take a shot mate, get doused with love

We need a hero to quench the flames
Raise a glass if you're the one to blame
At the Woodshed, No will never be said
Drank 'til, our fingers bled

Adelaide, you freak parade
I got contention if you start to fade
Blaze a hot night in the shade
Faster than coppers cooking up a raid

Sheila leads her Men At Work
To our weekend family
Grab a pint mate and bless the gate
That opens to a heavenly Saturday

Adelaide, you freak parade
Blazing inferno melting in the shade
At the Woodshed, everybody plays
Like Monday is just another day

At the Woodshed
At the Woodshed
At the Woodshed
At the Woodshed



Credits
Writer(s): James Atin-godden, Leonard Gambin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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