We’d start at nine, nok off at three
Ev’ry bluddy day
In the arvo wen I finish’d scool
Jacky’d be waitin’ there t’ play.

‘Is scool day wos’n long as mine
an’ woz a diffren’ type a place
Run by loothran mishunrees
‘E learn’d ‘ow to wash ‘is face.

The wern bad peepl, these loothrans
Bluddy hell, I woz one meself
But they spoke inglish kinda funny
Like they woz from some place else.

Jacky didn’ like the place
‘coz it ‘ad a fence o’ wire
‘he didn’ no wot ‘e wood do
if’n the place it cort on fire.

‘Coz Jacky said, “‘owd I get out
And ‘scape in to th’ boosh
Wiv orl this wire mesh around
If th’ place bernt wif a woosh?”

So I reckn’d that th’ best for ‘im
Woz to com ‘n join me in me class
But th’ day I brung ‘im in wif me
The teecha caned me arse.

Bluddy hell, I thort, wot did I do
That made th’ teecha wack me bum?
So I swung aroun and nobbl’d ‘er
An’ arxed wot I ‘ad dun.

“You’ve got to know,” she sed t’ me,
“Aborigines are not allowed.
They got their own place in this world,
And it’s not a part of ours!”

Fer ten bluddy awf’l bluddy years
I woz made t’ go t’ scool.
But fer th’ life o’ me I cood’n figga
Who woz th’ bluddy fool.