Pokies

[Verse 1: Ruby Fields & Adam Newling]

My old man loves a slap at the pub

One hundred stiff down the plug

"It's just money", he says, "Can't take it when you're dead"

Fends off my disputes with a shrug

[Verse 2: Ruby Fields]

The sad thing, Dad, is we all lag behind

With pokie machines and speeding fines

The bank of life says that we're all in deep debt

So money's quite nice to have while alive

[Pre-Chorus: Ruby Fields]

So we'll just exchange a judgemental gaze

While he slaps and I sip on my ciggie

His wallet's having as much fun as the air in my lungs

It's as bad as him smokin' 'em with me

[Chorus: Ruby Fields]

Oh, the age

Oh, the ages

[Verse 3: Ruby Fields & Adam Newling]

My old man loves a slap at the pub

Sticks to light beer, it's nicer on his gut

"It's better", he says, "than headaches in bed

And it's winning me points with your mum"