Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis - A Fair Spin lyrics

Righto! I'll give the game a go. They say I should be circumspect; but I don't care a hang. I'll bang The cows in slang . . 'Ere! Wot's the game? Don't this Australia want a decent name For treatin' other blokes all on the square? I wouldn't dare To sell crook rabbits down in Spadger's land; Fer, if the ole tarts down there should complain Jist once, why, all me custom Would go right up the pole. Upon me soul! Yeh see, I trust 'em An' they trust me. Because they say, 'This rabbito, why 'e Gives us a dinkum spin. 'E wouldn't take us in.' Now, ain't that nice? I don't like givin' statesmen my advice, But - well, I'm just an ord'nary sorter bloke, Still, I think it is getting past a joke When coves that earns reel decent livli'oods Rings in crook goods Jist 'cos it pays. Aw, spare me days! I got some sense of wot the 'eads calls pride, An', for to do a snide, Crook deal like that I'd Sooner eat me 'at. Fair dinkum: when I sum the 'ole thing up. But still, I sometimes think That us blokes - toilin' for a bit of dough - Gives the straight game a go Better than all the 'eads who play a game Wot gives Australia a rotten name. Blimey! I sooner be - (Now, let me see Wot's this that Wordsworth says?) Why, spare me days! 'I'd sooner be' (Yes, me!) 'A pagan, s**led in some creed outworn,' Than some smug Christain 'oo puts up to scorn Australia's name. Aw, strike! We play the game: Us rabbitos. An' - on the square - Even if I 'ad 'eaps of gilt to spare, Like some of these Exporters that I knows, I wouldn't go And play the game so low. I'd not send one crook rabbit overseas, No, not to please A flamin' King; It ain't the thing. Desertin' Aussie is a dirty trick.