Lyrics Ballad of Bertie Kidd - The Whitlams
"They
don't
write
songs
about
guys
like
me
here,
I
got
one
you
can
have
for
free"
He
was
with
his
old
Mum
he'd
brought
her
up
the
pub
to
watch
the
Rabbits
run
around
She
liked
to
see
him
swear
at
televisions
Sledging
men
on
football
fields
and
lashing
out
on
counter
meals
Reminds
her
of
the
old
man
how
Souths
and
life
will
set
you
up
to
fall
I
was
at
home
with
Mum
in
'88,
Friday
night
I
wish
I'd
had
a
date
The
phone
rings
at
nine
it's
Bert
the
Baby
Blue-Eyed
Killer
on
the
line
He
says,
"meet
us
out
the
back
in
10"
Mum
says
"put
a
jumper
on
although
you
won't
be
gone
for
long
Not
when
it
goes
to
plan,
and
Bert
will
have
a
plan
he
does
alright"
With
my
balaclava
curled
up
like
a
turban
on
my
head
"Get
in",
he
said
"All
we
need
is
a
fourth
to
be
a
cockatoo
if
you
don't
come
I'm
beltin'
you
I'm
Australia's
Greatest
Robber,
it's
an
honour
for
ya
son
now
come
along"
A
stolen
Sigma
in
the
lane
Bert
says,
"get
in
the
back
and
I'll
explain
It's
an
easy
grab
but
there's
two
hours
'til
the
coast
is
clear,
we'll
get
a
slab
And
then
we'll
get
an
art
collection
My
man
has
left
the
key
outside
we'll
cut
the
canvas
with
these
knives
Be
in
and
out
in
twenty,
Pro
Hart
and
Norman
Lindsay
and
Ken
Done
With
my
balaclava
curled
up
like
a
kitten
on
my
head
"Get
in",
he
said
Some
men
when
they're
drinking,
mistake
their
thoughts
for
thinking
Australia's
Greatest
Robber
with
somehow
30
years
inside
and
he
says
"Now
we're
four
blocks
away
boys,
pull
your
headgear
down"
I
wish
it
had
been
me
deciding,
you'd
be
mad
to
put
a
bet
behind
him
Bert,
the
blue
eyes
hurt
Four
sittin'
ducks
in
a
stolen
car
we
all
need
the
Brassco
but
we've
come
too
far
And
if
we
get
done,
I
hope
that
I
get
Malabar,
the
old
girl
would
come
Three
buses,
stay
with
Aunty
Val
Norman
Lindsay
and
Pro
Hart,
I'm
about
to
give
my
youth
to
art
These
blocks
are
really
long
and
there's
not
much
going
on
behind
those
eyes
With
my
balaclava
rolled
down
really
tight
below
my
chin
they
let
me
in
Some
men
when
they're
drinking,
mistake
their
thoughts
for
thinking
Here
we
are
two
blocks
away,
fully
hooded,
on
our
way
and
Sure
enough
some
cops
are
passing,
scratch
their
chinny
chins
They
see
eight
wide
eyes,
with
cans
of
Reschs
Call
it
in,
and
then
they
met
us
there,
foot
of
the
stair
Bert
looks
the
judge
right
in
the
eye
says
"it
was
unseasonably
cold
that
night"
They
read
mine
out
but
I
don't
hear
the
verdict,
mum
was
crying
out
At
least
I
got
the
ocean
view
Australia's
Greatest
Robber
got
me
13
months
of
bother
Ah,
it's
who
you
hang
around
boy
who
says,
"you
come
along
now
for
a
ride"
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