White Cockatoo - The Ocean Party

I knocked your mother up in the dunnies at the White Cockatoo

And then we had you, I didn’t know what to do

Now time is unwindin' at pace so the bullet train to

Melbourne is due any decade soon

By April, we’ll have run the bastards out and made a clear path

Me and your mum verse the pricks on the warpath

By April, we’ll clean up the air;

by April, we’ll be ready then

By April, we’ll have landed on a name: Edith, or Alistair

I’ll clean the house and make the bed

And buy the bread and comb your hair

I’ll let you sleep, I’ll sleep in shifts, I’ll clean up all the shit you shit

I’ll remember what I wanted when I was like you way back when

Keep listenin' and readin', bein' patient when you’re out of breath

Whatever you need me to do, I’d be happy to

By April, we’ll have sorted out a place with gas cooktops

By April, every arsehole in the world, we’ll have 'em locked up

That’s five months away

You’ve just gotta use your humour voice through folds of skin

I haven’t quite decided yet just what it is I’d wanna sing

My writing’s shit

My writing’s always cut through with somethin' bleak

Once I have kids, is that something that I am still allowed to think?

My voice is murmurin', my voice is murmurin' through folds of skin

My voice is murmurin', my voice is murmurin' through folds of skin

My voice is murmurin', my voice is murmurin' through folds of skin

I haven’t quite decided yet just what it is I’d wanna sing

Here’s a little world, here’s the big one

What’s «heck you» but a him or her to heck you?

But lookin' forward to meeting you

'Cause I knocked your mother up

In the dunnies at the White Cockatoo

And then we had you, it’s so fuckin' soon

And time is unravellin', the daycare’s booked, the car seat too

All we need now is you, you’ll be brand new

'Cause I knocked your mother up

In the dunnies at the White Cockatoo