The Last Lager Waltz Lyrics

TALKING BIT...
Is this bloody thing on?
If I can have your attention please, uh,
Gentlemen would you like to select your partners for the last dance
of the evening, thank you.
INTRO G , G G G D D D G G G , G
I'm tryin' to waltz and I can't even walk,
I'm wrecked I'm a mess and, can hardly talk,
Two steps to the south and three to the north,
Doin' the last lager waltz.
Saturday night and I'm legless again,
A bottle of bundy and two dozen cans,
But the hoonin' and boozin' are nearin' an end,
And we're down to the last lager waltz.
One two three one two three *burp*
Excuse me please, thought it was a fart,
doin' the last lager waltz.
Better go for a slash 'for the end of the dance,
Then again I might sit here and just p**s me pants,
But I done that already so I'll go to the gents
While the band plays the last lager waltz.
One two three one two three, (aaaaggghhh!)
Wrong dunny, you meet some nice sheilas sometimes,.. at the last
lager waltz.
I'm back from out back and I'm back in the hall,
But everyone's starin' as I cross the floor,
Better zip meself up before he catches a cold,
And get on with the last lager waltz.
One two three one two three, now you get in there,
Please, and pull yer head in
while I'm doin' the last lager waltz.
Just settled down but I'm off again quick,
And head back out back, 'cause I'm gonna be sick,
The room's spinnin' and turnin an' I'm feeling like sh*t
I'm chucking the last lager waltz.
One two three one two three, (CRASH !)...Jeez !
Don't step on the pies and the cakes
in the last lager waltz.
I can't recall how but I'm here in the yard,
Oops sorry mate did I chuck on your car?
I really didn't think I could chunder that far,
That's pretty good for the last lager waltz.
One two three one two three, (thump!)
He hit me! you shouldn't drink if you get nasty
at the last lager waltz.
I'm tryin' to crawl 'cause I can't even walk,
Me mouth is all swollen and me ribs are all sore,
I've never had, this much fun before
It's great at the last lager waltz.
One two three one two three,
Think I'll go to sleep, yes curl up right here and dream of the last
lager waltz.
I'm tryin' to waltz, and I can't even walk,
I'm wrecked, I'm a mess and me lips are all sore,
Two steps to the south, and three to the north,
And we're doin' the last lager waltz. (O U T R O .........!)