Pure fantasy this little number.
It's a yarn Pete dreamed up about a dude who gets his rocks off spending his weekends following fate to wherever and whatever his thumb takes him. Gets out on the Princes Highway, just north of Pambula, sticks his thumb out , and is more than happy to go waft off wherever a ride might take him. Further on up the road as it were.
On this occasion a beguiling temptress pulls up. Hmmmm.........
Story goes that around dusk they glide into Milton feeling a bit peckish. Pull into the pub, one drink leads to another, and another, and then...........well take a listen to the lyrics.
Didn't quite turn out as our blindly optimistic fool of a hero thought it might. But you know, them's the breaks. Close to a kewpie doll, but you can't win 'em all.
We'd been playing around with this one for quite a while. It started out as a sort of marching drum beat, but that didn't seem to have the legs ( as it were ). It stayed on the back burner for a while and nearly got lost in the queue. But we sort of liked the story so, you know, try this, try that. Eventually we figured "what the hell, it's only rock and roll". So out came the old four on the floor.
And HERE it is.
Works for us!
Pete wrote the lyrics and banged away on the drums
Mick Nadin belted out the lyrics and blew his harp
Neil Porter played the guitar and did all the production work
Louise Nadin played the bass
Graham Brown gave the tambourine a thrashing
Good fun thanks team !!!