Fat of the Land - Handbook

When I wake up in the morning I see a slug staring down He gives me one look And sets me the crown I'm the King of the Slugs now I'm the King of the Slugs now I'm the King of the Slugs now I'm the King of the Slugs bitch Watch me wah wah Wah wah wah wah Wah wah wah wah Wah wah wah Wah wah wah wah Wag wah wah wah Wah wah wah wah Wah wah wah I get my clothes from the washing machine I see a slug staring down He gives me one look And sets me the crown I'm the King of the Slugs now I'm the King of the Slugs now I'm the King of the Slugs now I'm the King of the Slugs bitch Well hey there little ditzy boy Why don't you play a song for me Well I slide I slide into the night Covered in vaseline I said hey there little ditzy boy Why don't you play a song for me Well I slide I slide into the night Covered in vaseline The wall, the wall, the wall, the wall The wall the wall, the wall, the wall The wall, the wall, the wall, the wall The wall, the wall the wall Going up the wall, the wall, the wall, the wall The wall, the wall, the wall, the wall The wall the wall, the wall, the wall I said hey there little ditzy boy Why don't you play a song for me Well I slide I slide into the night Covered in vaseline I said hey there little ditzy boy Why don't you play a song for me Well I slide I slide into the night Covered in vaseline baby

In the land of make believe you are all mine In the land of make believe I'm doin' fine Makin' believe you are here with me, makin' believe In the grass by my mind's flowing river Tumblin' of the waters through my head Ah, makin' believe, you are here with me, makin' believe, makin' believe I hear bells and children playin' I feel love and birds are singin' Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba In the land of make believe you are all mine In the land of make believe I'm doin' fine Makin' believe you are here with me Makin' believe Here you and me make believe Make believe the world isn't what we see Ba Ba Ba Ba Hey things ain't what they seem Now come into my dreams And make believe with me Ah, here you and me make believe Make believe the world isn't what we see Ba Ba Ba Ba Hey things ain't what they seem Now come into my dreams and make believe with me

The rivers are dry across the land and the farmers fields have turned to sand 'Cause the rain hasn't come for two years going on three The topsoil's gone with the hot north wind, the crops won't grow and rust set in And the cruel south wind of winter brought no relief And the old men in the public bar talk of floods and droughts before And as the night goes on the conversations die But the battlers don't give up, it's written on their hands And in their eye-eye-eye-eye-eyes, and the spirit of the land survives And on Saturday night in the Royal Hotel, Hank the Dutchman plays guitar He sings country and western favourites and requests It used to be his second job, a bit of a laugh for a couple of bob Now it's all he's got 'cause his crops all died from thirst Then he spent his savings on cattle and sheep, he got some credit, got in too deep But stock won't graze on pastures turned to salt And then he tried to get work as a travelling man selling Rawleighs products from the back of his van But the cockies all shop in town where things are cheap And the old men in the public bar talk of floods and droughts before And as the night goes on the conversations die But the battlers don't give up, it's written on their hands And in their eye-eye-eye-eye-eyes, and the spirit of the land survives The school's all rundown, the roofs rusted and the paint's peelin' The playground's just a dustbowl, not a spot of green The kids still kick their footballs sending dust clouds to the sun And it's good to know the drought can't spoil the fun And in the cricketers lounge late at night where the cockies talk and the shearers fight And their wives drink shandies 'cause they'll be dri