As busy as a bumble bee
She moves around the bar
To serve the lads form North and South
And those who’re from afar
At times she’d go to Bondi
To get her Aussie tan
But come back like a lobster
Out of the cooking pan
She hailed from County Derry
With her Johnny there in tow
Drove off in their new beaut car ($500)
With no-where in mind to go
A solid lass with luscious eyes
You’d think she’d do no bad
Her “right-o-then” and “that’ll do”
Would “move” the strongest lad
We knew that she had shed her shell
Just ask them down at Cheers
Where Vodka blocked out memories
That’s not for parents’ ears
Her tongue was pierced at 15
But she somehow lost the clasp
She only knew it happened
When the ball-bit left her arse-p
Oops! It’s part of history now
Where that ball-bit went
Her pleasant smile and you beaut face
Is surely heaven sent
Now that she is leaving us
Her Aussie friends and rellies
We’ll miss her most behind the bar
Down at Durty Nelly’s (Sydney of course)
Mike Nissen
16 February 2005
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