[Intro]
   
   

[Verse 1]
          
They don't wri

              
te songs 'bout

  
 guys like me
         
Here, I got on

              
e you can have

    
 for free

He was with hi

s old mum
        
He'd brought h

              
er up the pub 

              
to watch the R


abbits run aro

und

She liked to s

ee him swear a

t televisions

Sledging men o

n football fie

lds

And lashing ou

t on counter m

eals

Reminds her of

 the old man
          
How Souths and

              
 life will set

           
 you up to fal

 
l

[Verse 2]
          
I was at home 

           
with Mum in '8


8
         
Friday night, 

              
I wish I'd had


 a date

The phone ring

s at nine

It's Bert the 

Baby Blue-Eyed

 Killer

on the line

He says, "Meet

 us out the ba

ck in ten"

Mum says, "Put

 a jumper on

Although you w

on't be gone f

or long

Not when it go

es to plan
          
And Bert will 

              
have a plan, h

       
e does alright

 
"

[Chorus]

With my balacl

ava
        
Curled up like

              
 a turban on m

  
y head
          
"Get in," he s

   
aid
          
"All we need i

              
s a fourth to 

    
be a cockatoo
              
If you don't c

         
ome, I'm belti

n' you
              
I'm Australia'

           
s greatest rob


ber
              
It's an honour

     
 for ya, son
          
Now, come alon


g"

[Verse 3]
          
A stolen Sigma

        
 in the lane
          
Bert says, "Ge

              
t in the back 

         
and I'll expla

in

It's an easy g

rab
        
But there's tw

              
o hours 'til t

              
he coast is cl

     
ear, we'll get

 a slab

And then we'll

 get an art co

llection

My man has lef

t the key outs

ide

We'll cut the 

canvas with th

ese knives

Be in and out 

in twenty
          
Pro Hart and N

              
orman Lindsay 

     
and Ken Done"

[Chorus]

With my balacl

ava
        
Curled up like

              
 a kitten on m

  
y head
          
"Get in", he s

 
aid

Some men, when

 they're drink

ing

Mistake their 

thoughts for t

hinking

Australia's gr

eatest robber
          
With somehow t

            
hirty years in


side
             
And he says, "


Now we're four

 blocks away, 

boys

Pull your head

gear down"

I wish it had 

been me decidi

ng

You'd be mad t

o put a bet be

hind him

Bert, the blue

 eyes hurt

[Verse 4]
          
Four sittin' d

           
ucks in a stol


en car
          
We all need th

              
e Brassco, but

            
 we've come to


o far

And if we get 

done
        
I hope that I 

              
get Malabar, t

   
he old girl wo

uld come

Three buses, s

tay with Aunty

 Val

Norman Lindsay

 and Pro Hart

I'm about to g

ive my youth t

o art

These blocks a

re really long
          
And there's no

              
t much goin' o

           
n behind those

 
 eyes

[Chorus]

With my balacl

ava
        
Rolled down re

              
ally tight bel

  
ow my chin
        
They let me in



Some men, when

 they're drink

ing

Mistake their 

thoughts for t

hinking

Here we are, t

wo blocks away
          
Fully hooded, 

 
on our way and

Sure enough, s

ome cops are p

assing

Scratch their 

chinny-chins

They see eight

 wide eyes wit

h cans of Resc

hs
          
Call it in, an

              
d then they me

     
t us there

Foot of the st

air

[Verse 5]
          
Bert looks the

              
 judge right i

  
n the eye
         
Says, "It was 

              
unseasonably c

     
old that night

"

They read mine

 out

But I don't he

ar the verdict

Mum was crying

 out

At least I got

 the ocean vie

w

Australia's gr

eatest robber

Got me thirtee

n months of bo

ther

Ah, it's who y

ou hang around

, boy
          
Who says, "You

              
, come along n

          
ow for a ride"

[Outro]