21 Oct 02 - 02:04 AM (#807589) Subject: Lyr Req: Dipso Dan From: Stewie Can anyone supply the text of Jim Haynes' [Oz bush poet] delightful 'Dipso Dan'. Thanks. --Stewie. |
22 Oct 02 - 12:48 AM (#808272) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Dipso Dan From: Stewie Refresh |
22 Oct 02 - 01:00 AM (#808279) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Dipso Dan From: katlaughing I found listings on google for a book of his which has it. Didn't post because I wasn't sure if you'd want that. Sorry, kat |
22 Oct 02 - 03:15 AM (#808307) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Dipso Dan From: Stewie Thanks, kat. I am aware of the book, but I'm only after the single poem. I thought some Oz 'catter might have it handy. I'll chase up the book if no one can post the poem. Cheers, Stewie. |
16 Mar 11 - 09:06 PM (#3115344) Subject: Lyr Add: LUNCH FOR DIPSO DAN (Jim Haynes) From: GUEST,christianjreynolds Taken from http://www.jimhaynes.net/2ue_radio/2009/april509.html LUNCH FOR DIPSO DAN (Jim Haynes) Dipso Dan is a man who can strike any time, You rarely get any warning, He's thrown out of the pub as the minister passes Late one Saturday morning. 'G'day there, Reverend,' says Dipso Dan, 'Got any good tips today?' 'Well, Dan,' says His Reverence, 'Lunch might be A good thing for you I'd say.' 'Thanks for that, Reverend, 'Good on ya,' says Dan, 'I never forget what I'm told.' To himself he mutters, 'Never heard of Lunch, It must be a two-year-old.' Back in the pub goes Dipso Dan, The drinking day is still young. And the first thing he sees is a sign that says, 'Lunch is 12 to 1'. 'Look at the odds!' says Dipso Dan, 'That's gotta be worth a chance!' But a firm hand grips his collar And another the seat of his pants. He's back on the street, but now he's obsessed, 'That Lunch might be a goer. I'll go down the Royal and back it,' says Dan, 'Before the odds get any lower.' So Dan staggers off to the other pub, At the other end of the shops. Halfway down there's the Chinese restaurant — That's exactly where Dan stops. And he stares at the sign in the window. It says, 'Lunch is 11 to 2'. 'They're backing the thing for a fortune,' says Dan, 'That minister musta knew! 'Fancy missin' out on 12s, That's just the thing to spoil Me afternoon, I'll hurry up, I'll back it at the Royal.' Dan staggers on and he's almost there When he stops with a strangled yell. 'Lunch 1 to 2', says the blackboard sign At the door of the Royal Hotel. 'Bloody odds-on, I've missed it,' says Dan, 'Me chance of a fortune is wrecked!' Then he slides down the wall of the Royal Hotel, Booze and exercise take their effect. He sleeps through the paddy-wagon ride But he wakes when they lock the cell. He hears them walking away with the keys And he knows he'll have to yell. 'I wanna know about Lunch,' yells Dan, 'And I've got a terrible thirst.' 'Bad luck about lunch,' the sergeant yells back, ''Cos I'm telling ya, sober up first.' 'Sober Up first, eh,' says Dipso Dan, 'So much for the minister's hunch.' He lies down on the bed, 'Sober Up first, eh, Thank gawd I didn't back Lunch!' |