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Fair dinkum mate I feel like a Tassie Tiger And I’m not bullin’ you, and a real galah as well How come this bloody sheila to such charms succumbs I’m telling you me heart is racing and I feels like bloody hell Might as well get stuck on the plonk and not sweat on it Me life’s not worth a quid, cripes I’m really in a jam I’m writing nothing but gobbledygook, I’m really up ****creek Maybe I should kybosh this and shoot through like a Bondi tram Don’t know if I’m Arthur or Martha and me pins feel bloody weak She’ll me right mate, me mates all say, he’s got buckley’s chance So don’t just sit there like a stunned mullet, gal give it a go Cripes love is in the air, and there are sure no flies on you So put in the boot, and all bloody caution to the wind blow! Tassie Tiger – extinct species Bullin’ – kidding Galah – an idiot Sheila – woman Plonk - cheap wine Not Sweat on- not wait apprehensively Quid – 2 dollars Gobbledygook – nonsense Up *****creek – in trouble Kybosh – put a stop Shoot through like a Bondi tram - make a speedy departure Arthur or Martha - state of confusion She’ll be right mate - giving reassurance Buckley’s chance - no chance at al Give it a go - tryl No flies on you – you’re smart Put in the boot -Drive home the advantage