I love you, our pink slice of heaven.
I’m loving you all through and through.
From your chromium-legged laminex tables
To the Mondrian Brothers’ tiled loo.
I love your pub ceiling yellow
And the tiles that bedeck all your walls
The nourishing pub food sustains me
And the beer puts fat hairs on my balls
I love all the patrons who attend thee
I’m loving our dear Mervyn too
Say hello to the beautiful Janet
Say hello to the Hell’s Angles crew.
And the bands that rock all our socks off
In the Nathan Rees Memorial Ballroom upstairs
I’m fond of the Hedge in the carpark
And the deals done when nobody cares.
I like all the Cooks River Fishies
And most of the Sea Scouts, don’t you ?
And the always-rigged Friday raffle meat tray
Lady bowlers who hang out there too.
Let’s give thanks for our
Wonderful Pig’s Arms
And Bless all who go for the view
The writers and painters and poets
The clowns and philosophers too.
So we can all come and raise up our glasses
Drink a toast to the great Trotter’s Ale
Drink a toast to the friendliest piglets
Drink a toast to the curl in the tail.