The Sparkie’s
There are a bunch of fellas,
Whose names I can’t reveal...
They never seem to do much,
And they think that they’re unreal...
I’m talking about the Sparkies,
Who work at Ivanhoe...
They’re always driving around,
Wherever you may go...
With no plan of attack,
No strategy or agenda...
They say if there’s a problem,
They have the skills to mend her...
They often have the shakes,
From the intake of caffeine...
And when you ask for help,
They always make a scene...
But when they finally go to work,
They really do impress...
Their standard is very high,
They never leave a mess...
We often lend them a hand,
When they can’t do it on their own...
You have to follow their instructions,
Or you’ll hear them start to moan...
And when they stuff it up,
Which is totally absurd...
They come out with the best excuses,
That I have ever heard...
But I do like to drink their beer,
When the carton’s on the bar...
Let's all raise a toast
They are the best by far !
Len Newey 2012