Plastic Container Of Plonk

C Am G C G C I remember the days that we used to go fishing F C G After the whiting around Skirmish Point C With a carton of stubbies, a bucket of yabbies F C G And worms that we dug from all over the joint C And a plastic container of plonk G C G And a plastic container of plonk C Remember the day old Charlie got blotto F C G And fell all about in a tangle of lines C He was singing his head off and whirling his sinker F C G And while he was having a wonderful time C He spilled me container of plonk G C G He spilled me container of plonk C Now it splashed all about and some fell in the bucket F C G And the yabbies all went on a beautiful spree Am They drank me rough red and got tight as old Charlie F C G Arguing and singing, left nothing for me C Of me plastic container of plonk G C Of me plastic container of plonk G C We were baiting with yabbies all well marinated F C G And waving their claws as they went on their way C And the whiting all heard of this marvellous tucker F C G And came in their thousands from all round the Bay C To indulge in some yabbies and plonk G C G To indulge in some yabbies and plonk G C Now our creels were soon full, so we started off homeward F C G With a teetotal nephew to manage the car C And the whiting all rose to surface to thank us F C G For the new taste sensation that came in a jar C Me plastic container of plonk G C G Me plastic container of plonk C So don't talk to me about burleying whiting F C G Just take a tip from an old fisherman C Get some rough red and before you go fishing F C G Tip a good slosh in the bait-holding can C From your plastic container of plonk G C Your plastic container of plonk