Squeeze my hand you bloody wanker,
still light in this here day.
Work to be done old cobber -
can’t sleep the day away

Talk to me you arsehole,
tell me that bloody joke again…
Got a tinny and a smoke here;
at least show that you’re in pain!

I’ll help you to your feet mate -
the chopper’s on the way.
You’ll be ok you silly bastard,
not your turn to die today

Some stupid bloody performance!
Open your eyes so you can see.
Breathe, you rotten arsehole…
don’t bloody die on me!

Shit mate - you’re not a lifer -
ten days an’ you’re out’a here.
The round eye sheilas’ll love ya
have no bloody fear.

Fair dinkum mate! Come off it…
you’re scarin’ shit out’a me!
We’re all dyin’ to bloody get home…

Please God swap him for me!