Walter quit the RAF When there was no good air left. Made it back to the clan. The dog, the wife, the betting slip wet in his hand. And no one's listening. To the boys Tim, Jaimme and Gab. Keeping him up while his mistress rings his hands. Picked him up after school Just make sure you're looking good. And no one's leaving. Walter plays. Get off your knees. Walter plays. Get off your knees. It's mini coke and prawns again In his room or on the sand. Not a day before he fell Propping up the bar at the Raffle's hotel. And no one' leaving. Walter plays Get off your knees. Give the kids a hand Down on the sand. No one's listening. Walter plays Get off your knees. Give the kids a hand Down on the sand.
Written by: TIM ADRIAN ROGERS
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