In the stickiness of Summer
In the sleeplessness of heat
In the rolling 'round, rubbing on the dirty cotton sheets
A whining dog is scratching at the fence
Tugging at a leash
Dazza's wearing Stubby shorts
And a Bulldog's footy top
He's chatting up the barmaid
He's sucking in his gut
He says, 'Do you want to see my burn out?
Do you want to see my skids?
Do you want to see the parking lot?
I'll flip your bloody lid'
Banging on the bar with a set of Hilux keys
Tap, tap, tapping rhythms out
Like two stray dogs in heat
Trying to be subtle
Staring down the front of her dress
And she's trying not to notice with her arms across her chest
Trying not to notice with her arms across her chest
Then someone in the kitchen calls out 'Table 22'
She leaves to take the service and serves a backside view
Two flies copulate in the air above the door
And Dazza's like a dog with a bone he can't ignore
Banging on the bar with a set of Hilux keys
Tap, tap, tapping rhythms out
Like two stray dogs in heat
'Jesus, I could tap that
Darlin', you look gorgeous in that dress
When you finish work, I'm gonna take you for a spin'
He says, 'When you finish work
I'm gonna take you for a spin'
Her shift is almost over
Only Dazza's at the bar
She's hoping that somebody else might walk her to the car
She packs away some glasses
Turns around to see
Dazza stumbling out the back door
The concrete in the car park
Is radiating heat
Bouncing 'round the sound of her footsteps as she leaves
The brittle echo sounds like a set of Hilux keys
Tap, tap, tapping
Tap, tap, tapping
Tomorrow night they're back
And all across the news
A woman's been attacked
He says, 'Thank God, it wasn't you
But what'd she expect
Walking 'round dressed up like that?'
He's got questions for the victim
But she doesn't answer back
Banging on the bar with a set of Hilux keys
Tap, tap, tapping rhythms out
Like two stray dogs in heat
'Maybe when you're finished
Baby, can I drive you home?'
But she's walking like a woman who'd rather be alone
Tapping out a rhythm
Leave me alone