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