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I can't wait for paramas in June With my mates in the local 'till we're carried out the room I wish I could be there sooner with my whisky shot and schooner 'Cause I can't wait for parmas in June Yeah, it feels like we're on our way back Raise an iso glass to that Stuck on loop Who knew when the curve turns flat For the rest of my life singing 'Happy Birthday' is gonna make me wash my hands The cafe is reopened, it's taking cash Whole control 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 saying, '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 Letras de canciones I can't wait for paramas in June With my mates in the local 'till we're carried out the room I wish I could be there sooner with my whisky shot and schooner 'Cause I can't wait for parmas in June Yeah, I swear I'll never trip out of Middle C I'll fly 'till ? 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 forced, I get the itch to roam And I can't complain 'bout how bad I got it 'cause the next person in the same boat And right now we need hope, and that's me included 'Cause shit's weird after two months of being secluded And in February who the fuck knew what Zoom was Swear, we ? adjust ? food ? And don't it all seem so long ago? And as we crawl slow to the normal we know Man, every night when I put down my phone I close my eyes I'm dreaming of my first show 'cause I can't wait for paramas in June With my mates in the local 'till we're carried out the room I wish I could be there sooner with my whisky shot and schooner 'Cause I can't wait for parmas in June And I can't wait to step back on a stage again If it's not until next year Just wake me when December ends From the country to the coast My band of bros back on the road Don't know when it will be But I will see you then I can't wait for paramas in June Man, it turns out it's the little things that mean everything, if we only knew But when day this will end Be like old times are back again And look, you can call them parmies if you want bro, it's on you I can't wait for paramas in June With my mates in the local 'till we're carried out the room I wish I could be there sooner with my whisky shot and schooner 'Cause I can't wait for parmas in June I can't wait for paramas in June With my mates in the local 'till we're carried out the room I wish I could be there sooner with my whisky shot and schooner 'Cause I can't wait for parmas in June I can't wait for paramas in June (can't wait for that golden brown schnitty) With my mates in the local 'till we're carried out the room (with the red sauce and the ham and the melted cheese) I wish I could be there sooner with my whisky shot and schooner (and I'll go the chips and salad, you can go for the mash and veggies if you want) 'Cause I can't wait for parmas in June (great for the chips and the beer, goddammit can't come quick enough) From Letras Mania