So Jacky, be’in me gard’n gate, sed he’d ‘elp me out a bit
‘e grab’d a bucket wiv chook food and fed th’ chooks wiv it
I gaver’d up the bum nuts from th’ chook’s nests all aroun’
Ev’n tho’ the bluddy chook’s nests wern’ so easy t’ be foun’.

The bluddy chooks woz cleva, more cleva th’n ev’n me
‘n when Jacky ‘d fed the blighters ‘e sed, “Hey Bluey, come wiv me.”
‘E took me down the back yard where the prickles grew atween th’ trees
An’ show’d me where th’ chooks ‘ad nests unda neaf th’ prickly leaves.

Nanna woz reel ‘appy coz we foun’d ‘n extra duz’n eggs
But she sed we coudn’ go an’ play coz we ‘adn chopt th’ wood
I grabd th’ axe, a ‘eavy thin’, stood talla th’n me ‘ead
An’ I swung’d it ‘til me bluddy face turned awful cul’r red.

Jacky woz’n big ‘z me, but ‘e woz sronga th’n a bull
‘e took the axe and swung it like it woz th’ wate ‘f wool
‘e finish’d choppin’ in arf th’ time that it wooda tak’n me
That job woz dun ‘n’ we figer’d we’d ‘ave th’ remainin’ daylight free.

But Nanna ‘ad anuver chore she neva menshind ‘tall a’for
T’ emty the outhouse dunny slops, a job I ‘ated wers ‘f orl
Th’ dunny woz in th’ garden not far fr’m th’ ‘ouse out back
‘n’ the slops ‘ad t’ be emteed in an ‘ole down a stony track

Sumtimes Alan ‘d’ ‘elp me (when I cou’d con ‘im or beat ‘im up)
W’ed put a stick thru th’ ‘andle ‘n carry the stinkin’ bucket like that
I didn’ arsk ‘im too of’n coz’ the bugga was a galah ‘n’ bird
‘e’d drop ‘is end ‘f th’ stick and I’de be cover’d in bluddy turd.

When Jacky foun’ out wot I ‘ad to do, ‘e ran least firty yards
An’ point’d ‘is fingas at me, an’ neely fell ‘e larffed so ‘ard
Wiv Nanna wachin’ closely, I coodn sneek away ‘n’ ‘ide
I grabb’d th’ bucket firmly and got th’ bluddy fing owt side.

I stuggl’d wiv the stinkin fing and swet ran down me arms
It woz least a hun’ed pounds and at leas two hun’ed yards
‘n’ I swear to God th’t evry bluddy stick ‘n’ rott’n stone
woz place in me way t’ be certin I’d break ev’ry bluddy bone

‘N’ orl this time my bes’ fren, me cobb’r ‘n’ gard’n gate
woz larfin’ ‘is bluddy ‘ead orf just waitin’ f’ me fate
‘n shore enuff, it ‘appened, me foot slipt on a stone
‘n’ if I woz an abbo, I know who’d a pointed th’ bone