They fear him, they hate him and slander him with lies,
And keep wanting to try him on for size.
They offer him cash, sex and free beers,
All just to sweeten the bloke with no ears.
He carries two guns ’cos he knows it’s smart,
One for the eyeball, one for the heart.
They pinched him on murder, and started to clap,
Then cried like babies when he beat the rap.
He’s laughed at them all, since ’69,
Knocked ’em all down, as they stood in a line.
But now he knows he’s had his day,
And headed for Tassie – just walked away.
