[general barroom noise and whistling]
I guess you've sat down in a strange pub in town,
And the locals are holdin' the floor,
The barman walks up with a "How are ya mate?
I've never seen you here before."
"Are you just travelling through, what work do you do?"
He takes in all what you can give,
"Have you come very far, are you driving your car
What's the name of the town where you live?

As you drink the first glass he'll be certain to ask,
The highway or track that you took,
He heard on the news that there's thousands of roos
And he tells me the potholes are crook.
The questions comes strong, "Are you stayin' for long,
Are you married or just on the court,
Have you been to the war, what's that scar on jaw?
Then he asks of the team you support.

[Instrumental]

When the questions have rolled and your life story's 
told,
A new barman arrives on the shift,
You think it's all rosy but he's just as nosey
And starts on the same lousy drift.
I head you know where, for a breath of fresh air,
But find a new menace and stripe,
The bloke there beside me starts in how to guide me,
Away from the pitfalls of life.

So if ever in town and just looking around,
For a friend then there's likely is not,
Just slip into the pub, give the elbow a rub,
Of the barman, he'll tell you the lot.
Where-ever you travel the barman unravels
Your history in town or the scrub,
Some barmen need trimmin' they talk worse than women,
Most rumours are born in the pub.

Oh, I guess you've sat down in a strange pub in town,
And the locals are holdin' the floor,
The barman walks up with a "How are ya mate?,
I've never seen you here before."
"Are you just travelling through
"Are you just travelling through, what work do you do?"
He takes in all what you can give, [Fade out]