Wobbly Boot

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Wobbly Boot

by Slim Dusty 

When I was a lad, I remember me Dad coming home late Friday nights,

Mum'd be there, she'd give him the glare, 'cause he'd be high as a kite

He'd say, "Sorry I'm late, I had a couple with me mates and we started to sing a few songs

And the next thing you know, it was time to go and I had me wobbly boot on"

Now, me Uncle's the same, he was never to blame when he came to our house

He'd light up the barbie, rip the top of a stubby and sit there quiet as a mouse

But later in the evenin' when he was leavin', even though he was wearin' thongs

He'd say to me, "I'm a bit shaky, I think I got me wobbly boot on"

Oh, it's a curse, there ain't nothin' worse, makes you feel like a big galoot,

When you're standin' there, full of cheer, and somethin' goes wrong with your boot,

You feel like a fool, you try to be cool, but you know it's no use,

So you blame it on your wobbly, wobbly, blame it on your wobbly boot,

You blame it on your wobbly, wobbly boot.

Well, that was years ago and now I know all about these worldly things,

How you gotta have some good times in your lifetime, have your little flings,

But later in the mornin', when you're yawnin' and you're not feelin' too strong,

You're wishin' over an over you'd stayed sober and you didn't have your wobbly boot on.

[Both]

Oh, it's a curse, there ain't nothin' worse, makes you feel like a big galoot,

When you're standin' there, full of cheer, and somethin' goes wrong with your boot,

You feel like a fool, you try to be cool, but you know it's no use,

So you blame it on your wobbly, wobbly, you blame it on your wobbly boot

You blame it on your wobbly, wobbly boot

[Spoken]

[Rolf] Ya know, Slim, it's a dirty job, but I reckon somebody

should look into this little matter.

[Slim] Is that right?

[Rolf] 'Cause it seems to me the bootmakers must be usin' wobbly leather.

It's a flamin' disgrace to the Aussie race, as it's gone on for far too long.

They should make 'em stronger, make 'em last longer

[Both] Then we wouldn't have our wobbly boots on.

[Slim] Ah yeah!

[Both]

Oh, it's a curse, there ain't nothin' worse, makes you feel like a big galoot

When you're standin' there, full of cheer, and somethin' goes wrong with your boot

You feel like a fool, you try to be cool, but you know it's no use

So you blame it on your wobbly, wobbly, you blame it on your wobbly boot

Your wobbly, wobbly boot

You blame it on your wobbly boot.