Parmas In June

I can’t wait for parmas in June
With my mates in the local 'till we’re carried out the room
I wish I could be there sooner with my whisky shot and schooner
'Cause I can’t wait for parmas in June
Yeah, it feels like we’re on our way back
Raise an iso glass to that
Stuck on loop
Who knew when the curve turns flat
For the rest of my life singing 'Happy Birthday' is gonna make me wash my hands
The cafe is reopened, it’s taking cash
Whole control rocking tracksuits like lads
And the all Murdoch press ganging up on Dan Andrews
It feels like we’re back on track
And me and TV needs
Social distancing measures
Z-grade celebs saying, 'We're in this together'
We get it, we get it
But months have passed, it’s been hard
Can’t hug mum from two metres apart
March and April came and went, May finished
Last thirty degree day I stayed in
And now the news telling me restrictions getting eased, fuck yeah!
Just in time for winter
But all good 'cause
I can’t wait for parmas in June
With my mates in the local 'till we’re carried out the room
I wish I could be there sooner with my whisky shot and schooner
'Cause I can’t wait for parmas in June
Yeah, I swear I’ll never trip out of Middle C
I’ll fly 'till? extra baggage fee
Or rocking up before the hotel room ready
Took it for granted, didn’t we?
Silly me
I don’t mind spending time on my own
I like home
But when it forced, I get the itch to roam
And I can’t complain 'bout how bad I got it 'cause the next person in the same
boat
And right now we need hope, and that’s me included
'Cause shit’s weird after two months of being secluded
And in February who the fuck knew what Zoom was
Swear, Uber used to not drop my food off
And don’t it all seem so long ago?
And as we crawl slow to the normal we know
Man, every night when I put down my phone I close my eyes I’m dreaming of my
first show 'cause
I can’t wait for parmas in June
With my mates in the local 'till we’re carried out the room
I wish I could be there sooner with my whisky shot and schooner
'Cause I can’t wait for parmas in June
And I can’t wait to step back on a stage again
If it’s not until next year
Just wake me when December ends
From the country to the coast
My band of bros back on the road
Don’t know when it will be
But I will see you then
I can’t wait for parmas in June
Man, it turns out it’s the little things that mean everything, if we only knew
But when day this will end
Be like old times are back again
And look, you can call them parmys if you want bro, it’s on you
I can’t wait for parmas in June
With my mates in the local 'till we’re carried out the room
I wish I could be there sooner with my whisky shot and schooner
'Cause I can’t wait for parmas in June
I can’t wait for parmas in June
With my mates in the local 'till we’re carried out the room
I wish I could be there sooner with my whisky shot and schooner
'Cause I can’t wait for parmas in June
I can’t wait for parmas in June (can't wait for that golden brown schnitty)
With my mates in the local 'till we’re carried out the room (with the red sauce
and the ham and the melted cheese)
I wish I could be there sooner with my whisky shot and schooner (and I’ll go
the chips and salad, you can go for the mash and veggies if you want)
'Cause I can’t wait for parmas in June (great for the chips and the beer,
goddammit can’t come quick enough)