Olivia Newton-John - Click Go The Shears(Down Under) - Текст песни

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Out on the board the old shearer stands 
Grasping his shears in his long bony hands 
Fixed is his gaze on a bare-bellied "joe" 
Glory if he gets her, won't he make the ringer go

Chorus 
Click go the shears boys, click, click, click
Wide is his blow and his hands move quick 
The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow
And curses the old snagger with the blue-bellied "joe"

In the middle of the floor in his cane-bottomed chair 
Is the boss of the board, with eyes everywhere 
Notes well each fleece as it comes to the screen 
Paying strict attention if it's taken off clean

The colonial-experience man he is there, of course 
With his shiny leggin's just got off his horse 
Casting round his eye like a real connoisseur 
Whistling the old tune "I'm the Perfect Lure"

The tar-boy is there awaiting in demand 
With his blackened tar-pot and his tarry hand 
Sees one old sheep with a cut upon its back 
Here's what he's waiting for "Tar here Jack!"

Shearing is all over and we've all got our cheques 
Roll up your swag for we're off on the tracks 
The first pub we come to it's there we'll have a spree 
And everyone that comes along it's, "Come and drink with me!"

Down by the bar the old shearer stands 
Grasping his glass in his thin bony hands 
Fixed is his gaze on a green-painted keg 
Glory he'll get down on it ere he stirs a peg

There we leave him standing, shouting for all hands 
Whilst all around him every shouter stands 
His eyes are on the cask which is now lowering fast 
He works hard he drinks hard and goes to hell at last

You take off the belly-wool clean out the crutch 
Go up the neck for the rules they are such 
You clean round the horns first shoulder go down 
One blow up the back and you then turn around

Click, click, that's how the shears go 
Click, click, so awfully quick 
You pull out a sheep he'll give a kick
And still hear your shears going click, click, click