"Frustrations" Loved by Roger written by Murry Hartin
I was effing frustrated by this mongrel up the road
I wished I could get rid of him . . . the dirty rotten toad
He had parties every Friday night . . . drunken bastards raising hell
Goats and chickens everywhere which effing bloody smell
A V-8 bloody Harley that will never ride the road
But he roared it every Sunday before his rooster crowed
His kids are little mongrels stealing bikes and chucking rocks
But when they rotten egged me car I thought this had to bloody stop
So I poked his number in me phone and when he said “Hello”
I had all this venom building up and didn’t I let it go
“Don’t ‘hello’ me you Dipstick you’ve got a bloody nerve
We’re sick and tired of your crap so get ready to cop a serve
You’ve overstayed your welcome here
it’s time to move along
So take your wife and mongrel kids
and just get out of town
Look don’t try to interrupt me there’s plenty more to come
We’ve been putting up with you forever . . .
so just learn to bite your tongue
You Dickhead Ignoramus I don’t want to hear your buts
Putting up with your crap would drive anybody nuts
Your son and mongrel kids and your wife that evil cow
Pack up the whole shebang and get out of town right now
Then we’ll be rejoicing in the street we’ll toll the death-knell bell
And we’ll throw a bloody party and
WE HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL
Then our prayers will be ...................................
. . What ? . . . No ! . . . I am pretty sure . . .
55627773 . . . Oh No ! . . . Yes Yes . . . .I feel like such a goose
Yes I know it wasn’t very nice . . . Yes Yes It was pretty strong abuse
Okay I know it hit you without warning . . .
Sure Reverend Jones . . . I’ll see you Sunday morning.
Vale Roger Mathews
06/10/1937 - 20/06/2023 A life well lived.
Copyright Murry Hartin Australia