When can you ever talk sense to them,
They that sell the cover of a lifetime?
When can you ever joke with them,
They that you can relate to, today?
Form the very not so manly, 'Swordie'
Who cuts words into pieces with his lasting smile.
Is it true that “Dale”, is the black sheep in this family,
Who will point his finger at anyone, as an excuse for a drink?
Maybe the everlasting “Greg”, (or as commonly known ‘5 finger’s man’),
Who was named after a cricketer called, 'Chapelli'?
Can he discounted for his continuous laughs,
Which creates such havoc in the New South Wales branch Office?
Of course, there’s a 'Bevan', who keeps an eye or two on these men,
As he’s now counting the years, since he sold his first.
But for 'Shortie Davo' (otherwise known as ‘the man with the iron gun’),
There’s somebody you can ask for a beer and he’ll drink yours and you’ll think it’s fun.
There are probably a lot of words in or out of the dictionary, I would apply,
To ensure there’s no mucking around in this office of “The Hurstville Men”,
But at the moment, I can’t find one, but shall say this:
“You must never shout the word,’ beer’,
For they’ll run towards the nearest bar,
And serve one with the coldest gold mouthwatering, ‘hard drink’”.
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