MY TONGUE GOES BUNGLING THROUGH GEORGIA
(John Dengate/Tune: Marching through Georgia)

Yes, I’m a local lad, I live in Cammeray
I’ve never travelled further than the beach at Byron Bay
But when I pick my guitar up, I’m off and far away
To Tennessee and California

Chorus:
Guitar! Guitar! I touch the finger board
Then my accent changes from Australian strong and broad
And my tongue goes bungling through Georgia

I go roaming through Wyonming on my tonsils every day
I play a chord and I’m abroad in sunny Santa Fe
And I’ve never left the kitchen of my house in Cammeray
As my tongue goes bungling through Georgia

Chorus

I think Australia’s very dull, our history is a bore
We should be like America and have a civil war
We could all kill one another and make movies by the score
In accents that make sense in Georgia

Chorus

I do not like Australian vowels, they sound all bloody wrong
They don’t go with my new blue jeans and don’t fit in my song
Ah wish ah was in Dixie, that’s the place where ah belong
That’s me, ma, going ‘wee-hah!’ in Georgia

Chorus

I know that it’s all bullshit and I know that I’m a sham
I don’t know why I do it, I just don’t give a damn
I’m a bloody little traitor, mate, that’s really what I am
As my tongue goes bungling through Georgia

Chorus

From John Dengate ‘My Shout Again’.

John noted:

Dedicated to all the deluded Aussies who sing in pseudo-American accents. There is a direct correlation between guitar strumming and this weird metamorphosis.

The song was written decades ago but, sadly, it still happens.

Marching through Georgia

--Stewie.