Wobbly Boot (Featuring Rolf Harris) - Slim Dusty, Rolf Harris

When I was a lad, I remember me Dad

Comin' home late Friday nights

Mum’d be there, she’d give him a glare

'Cause he’d be high as a kite

He’d say, «Sorry I’m late, I had a couple with the mates

And we started to sing a few songs

And the next thing you know, it was time to go

And I had the wobbly boot on…»

Now, me uncle’s the same, he was never to blame

When he came to our house

He’d light up the barbie, rip the top of a stubby

And sit there quiet as a mouse

But later in the evenin' when he was leavin'

Even though he was wearin' thongs

He’d say to me: «I'm a bit shaky —

I think I got me wobbly boot on»

Oh, it’s a curse, there ain’t nothin' worse

Makes you feel like a big galoot

When you’re standin' there, full of cheer

And somethin' goes wrong with your boot

You feel like a fool, you try to be cool

But you know it’s no use

So you blame it on your wobbly, wobbly

Blame it on your wobbly boot

Your wobbly, wobbly boot