Written by Fitzy and Wippa. Audio production by Richard Culph.
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LYRICS
It’s the Old Man Whistle baby, whistle baby
And it’s gross
It’s what your grandpa does when he’s getting on
And his mind is gone
He just puts his lips together
After his Sunday Roast
It’s the Old Man Whistle baby, whistle baby
(Hey boys, you heard this one?)
Here we go
If you worry about your Pop
Cos his bowels have just given up
And he talks about girls with bright blue curls
That he met at his bingo
He always gets a bit loose
When he smashes prune juice
And he’s always so tired
Cos the mongrel won’t retire
He gets back pain, with his old frame
Does a hamstring just turning all the lights on
Make a fool on the dance floor
Then he’ll tell you about the World War
It’s the Old Man Whistle baby, whistle baby
Please Pop, no!
(Ah it’s not that bad)
It’s what he does to Gen Y just to piss them off
(Watch your language)
They just put their lips together and reminisce in song
(It’s good fun)
It’s the Old Man Whistle baby, whistle baby
(Hey turn on the TV would ya, Mash is on)
Here we go...
Arthritis in his hands
And he speaks to all his plants
And he loves a good slack pulled halfway up his back cos he’s a Harry Highpants
Wears Brut all the time
To cover the smell of his urine
Guitar skills are rusty
He claims he’s Slim Dusty
Has a bad hip, needs a long kip
‘Cos he’s always snoring
On the Richter Scale for snoring
All his stories are boring
Old Man Whistle baby, whistle baby
Please not now
(Yeah yeah)
It’s what your Grandpa does to take his mind off the pain of gout
(I’ll give you gout boy)
He just puts his lips together and evil comes out
(Oh righto)
It’s the Old Man Whistle baby, whistle baby
Oh, here we go...
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