Roaring Jack - Polythene Flowers lyrics

They came in their utes and their fine Sunday suits There was brandy and whiskey and ale For the word has gone out to the stations about The old ba*tard had booted the pail We stood round the box with a scotch on the rocks And drank to the health of the corpse Someone sang ‘Danny Boy' we started to cry Then we had a drop more of the turps Tim, mavoureen, why did you die And you in the height of your power We'll send you off drunk in a nice wooden trunk With a big bunch of polythene flowers Said Biddy McGee, now listen to me He's had more than his three score and ten Take him off to the bar, we'll buy him a jar Then we'll lug his old box back again We picked up the cask and we set to the task Off down the wallaby track Said Biddy by gum he weighs half a ton Put his old bag of bones in a sack Tim, mavoureen, why did you die We bought the first round, we knocked it straight down With a chorus of ‘Isn't It Grand' Then a bucket or two of the old mountain dew We're so pissed that no ba*tard could stand The priest he said Christ I'm so f**kin' sliced Pour me into me collar and vest Then it's off to the church we staggered and lurched For to lay the old ba*tard to rest Tim, mavoureen, why did you die We stood around the grave, the sermon was gave And we prayed to the Lord for his soul Alright said the priest, we'll take the deceased And chuck him down into that hole We looked all around but he couldn't be found We were all too f**ked up for the job And we'd all got so blind we'd left him behind Lying there on the floor of the pub Tim, mavoureen, where are you now Are you down at the pub after hours? Are you lying there drunk in your nice wooden trunk With a big bunch of polythene flowers