MALENY WASHING LINE

by Paul Lawler, 1999

I love the cool, south easterly breeze
Green rolling hills, and lots of trees,
I would go out, I’ve washed my hair
But alas I have, not a thing to wear.

It’s one more day, on Maleny’s Washing Line.

The finest silks, I wore with class
Now lie in tatters on the grass,
My towels that fresh, from soap and sud
Are lying now, in pools of mud.

It’s one more day, on Maleny’s Washing Line.

Last night it blew, such a heavy gale
My undies now, are in Conondale,
I thought I’d seen, it all by far
Till I spied a cow, in a D cup bra.

It’s one more day, on Maleny’s Washing Line.

My clothes were white, in the washing machine
Now on the line, they turn to green,
I think I’ll burn, them in the fi-yer
And invest in, tumble dryer.

It’s one more day, on Maleny’s ... Washing ... Line.


Paul wrote this to Cyril Tawney's "Grey Funnel Line", sung here in harmony by June Tabor & Maddy Prior (Silly Sisters) :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vHOokpi9hUw


We never ceased to be amazed that, after moving from the hot and lush Tropics in flat, coastal Darwin, NT, to the cooler Sub-Tropics of the inland, forested, hills and dales of Maleny, Qld, we were beset by both mould and cobwebs (plus leeches and ticks and funnel web spiders), like never before - and rain that often lasted days without letup!!! ....... Pretty but.


Cheers, R-J :)