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“Up Shit Creek” (Di Fonzo)



We can’t walk straight, we can’t stand up
We can’t stay in, but we can’t get to the shop
We can’t pull punches, we can’t speak out
We can’t shut up, and we cannot shout
We can’t operate any heavy machinery
We can’t understand, anything you will say to me
We can’t go to work, and we can’t ring-in sick
We can’t get across our unique brand of schtick



‘Cause we’re up Shit Creek without a paddle
We got no horse left, just a saddle
We’re up Shit Creek without a paddle, that’s love.
We’re up Shit Creek without a paddle
We got no horse left, just a saddle
We’re up Shit Creek without a paddle, that’s love.



I can’t let you stay, and screw your life up
You know that you will, and I can’t make you stop
I’ve talked to nobody, but you for ten days
I know ‘cause you’ve diarised, the communiqués
I can’t see the day and you can’t tell the nights
We’re too inebriated to turn on the lights
We can’t pay the rent and we can’t move out
We can’t be see reason ‘cause we’re too devout



‘Cause we’re up Shit Creek without a paddle
We got no horse left, just a saddle
We’re up Shit Creek without a paddle, that’s love.
We’re up Shit Creek without a paddle
We got no horse left, just a saddle
We’re up Shit Creek without a paddle, that’s love.



We still can’t walk straight, still can’t stand up
Still can’t stay in, still can’t get to the shop
We can’t pull punches, we can’t speak out
We can’t shut up, and we cannot shout
We can’t operate any heavy machinery
We can’t understand, anything you will say to me
We can’t go to work, and we can’t ring-in sick
We can’t get across our unique brand of schtick



‘Cause we’re up Shit Creek without a paddle
We got no horse left, just a saddle
We’re up Shit Creek without a paddle, that’s love.
We’re up Shit Creek without a paddle
We got no horse left, just a saddle
We’re up Shit Creek without a paddle, that’s love.

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from Last Chiko Roll in a Run Down Tuck Shop (LP), released November 4, 2019

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Suburban Bukowskis Sydney, Australia

Upbeat, folky, funny neo-beatnik tales of failure, fun, and excess in the wild inner-west are trademark of the narrative poem-songs (or pongs) penned by award-winning playwright and poet, Benito Di Fonzo. Accompanied by veteran bassist Mike Sheehan, drummer Justine Wahlin, and lead guitarist Pete Fenwick. Rhum.org.au called Benito's writing, "Clever, witty, sharp and surreal.” " ... more

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