Pokey Little Puppy

Sitting by the river sighing reminiscing against a wall
When all us kids would dance all night in some Geelong West Town Hall
With black jeans, packed a suitcase full of winning smiles
In the perfume clouds of the gothic vanilla brides

Gritty songs and midnight choir and piano thump the sky
Sweating beer and dancing on all through the sleepless summer nights
Saloon bar rumbling full of beautiful sheep, yeah
Livin life like it's shark week, cos you could die in your sleep

Pokey little puppy's all alone, alone, alone, alone
There'll be no dessert when you get home, home, home, home
Just a little curious, looking for a bone
Well nobody's fault
You're just accident prone

Marsh-mallows burn, the world's on fire, teenagers mosh and brawl
Bleeding ears, broken hearts, stutter words of love, b-b-b-baby can't we have it all
Smokey den of mystery, singe our wings a bit while we dance yeah
Remember it like yesterday, my friends, I guess we had our chance

Stagger street at the zombie prom and we're all just hanging on
Heading down the Nash hotel where we keep on keeping on
Bleary eyes in beer disguise till the night is gone, yeah
Just having a ball and singing their dirty songs, alright

Pokey little puppy's all alone, alone, alone, alone
There'll be no dessert when you get home, home, home, home
Just a little curious, looking for a bone
Well nobody's fault
You're just accident prone

Kicking out the living dead, cause they can't stay all night
Got jobs and wives to go home to, hail a taxi sing your lullabies, yeah, eh
With the vagabonds
Yeah the vagabonds
Just a havin' a ball and singing their dirty songs

Well pokey little puppy's all alone, alone, alone, alone
There'll be no dessert when you get home, home, home, home
Just a little curious, looking for a bone
Well nobody's fault
You're just accident prone