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" [Pre-Chorus: Ruby Fields & Adam Newling] So we'll just exchange an eye-level gaze 'Fore the taxi man gives him a call "It's good to see you, Dad"; "You too, possum, I'm glad To see that you're not smoking anymore" I lie and walk around the block and light another one [Chorus: Ruby Fields & Adam Newling] Oh, the age Oh, the ages Oh, the age Oh, the ages