Herne Bay Id rate as tops the tightest beach
On wooden slats I bask or nap or sleep
In summer sun I cut off king tide reach
Me duffel bags me pillow big and deep
The road to liberty Ive landed cheap
Paremoremo bye I ride parole
To civvy st Ive struck out lawful leap
Ill hitchhike home me wifes a darling doll
Her bottle blonde heap framing eyes of coal
Me wife exerts a great magnetic clunk
I noodle south to Fhanganui the goal
The brown beer bottle shaken foams half drunk
Me beards a bib to stymie fast food flow
I didnt snitch they smirked then let me go
Chorus flow run slosh
