Victor Loves Waiuku Rugby
(whistling softly)
The paddock grass is soaked in dew
Out on the flats of Waiuku
Victor walks into the shed With leather dreams inside his head
Gilbert size four-point-five Makes a bachelor feel alive
Four white panels stitched so neat
Softest grip beneath the sheet
He cleans the mud from every seam He polishes the valve with
cream
No halftime whistle in his ear Just sweet devotion,
loud and clear
Oh, Gilbert, my oval queen
The roundest love this town has seen
Down in Waiuku beneath the rain
We will never drop the ball again
(never drop it now)
His mates down at the rugby club Drink handle pints inside the
pub They talk of scrums and lineout plays While Victor spends his
quiet days Curled up beside that dimpled skin He pumps two extra
pounds of pressure in
He tucks it right beneath his chin And whispers where the match
begins
Oh, Gilbert, my oval queen
The roundest love this town has seen
Down in Waiuku beneath the rain
We will never
drop the ball again
(hold on tight,
yeah)
They say a man should love a bride
Or keep a faithful dog outside
But leather never tells a lie
Beneath the stormy southern
sky (hummmm)
Oh, Gilbert, my oval queen
The roundest love this town has seen
Down in Waiuku beneath the rain
We will never
drop the ball again
Safe inside my
arms tonight (held so tight)
Just me and you,
Gilbert.
No forward passes now.
(whistling
fade)