Parmas In June

I can't wait for parmas in June

With my mates down at the local

Till we're carried out the room

I wish I could be there sooner

With my whiskey shot and schooner

'Cause I can't wait for parmas in June

Yeah, it feels like we're on our way back

Raise a nice old glass to that, stuck on loop

Who knew when the turn curves flat

For the rest of my life singing, "Happy Birthday"

Is gonna make me wanna wash my hands

The cafes reopened, it's taking cash

Whole country rocking tracksuits like lads

And the all Murdoch press ganging up on Dan Andrews

It feels like we're back on track

And me and TV needs social distancing measures

Z-grade celebs say, "We're in this together"

We get it, we get it

But months have passed, it's been hard

Can't hug mum from two metres apart

March and April came and went, May finished

Last thirty degree day I stayed in

And now the news telling me restrictions getting eased

Fuck yeah

Just in time for winter, but all good 'cause

I can't wait for parmas in June

With my mates down at the local

Till we're carried out the room

I wish I could be there sooner

With my whiskey shot and schooner

'Cause I can't wait for parmas in June

Yeah, I swear I'll never trip out of Middle C

Our flight delayed, oh extra baggage fee

Or rocking up before the hotel room ready

Took it for granted, didn't we?

Silly me

I don't mind spending time on my own, I like home

But when it feels forced, I get the itch to roam

And I can't complain how bad I got it

'Cause the next person in the same boat

And right now we need some hope, that's me included

'Cause shit's weird after two months of being secluded

In February who the fuck knew what Zoom was

Swear Uber used to not just drop my food off

And don't it all seem so long ago?

And as we crawl slow to the normal we know