Burning Threads
OI!
Everybody move aside!
Trav's walking in!
Also known as RED!
And apparently...
TBDL!
Down under where the sun burns bright Trav rolls in like a
meteorite
Red on the jacket,
red in the name Walks through the door like he owns the
game
He's got the accent,
he's got the flair Probably lost his thongs somewhere
Someone asks, “Mate, where've you been?” He says,
“Don't worry about it,
mate,” with a grin
Nobody knows what TBDL means But Trav says it's part of the
routine
We asked him once,
we asked him twice
He just laughed and said,
“Yeah, that's nice.”
TRAV!
AKA
RED!
T-B-D-L running through his head!
He's got the Aussie attitude And approximately zero chill
TRAV!
AKA
RED!
The loudest legend you've ever met!
From Sydney streets to who-knows-where
Everybody knows when Trav is there!
He walks in late like,
“What's the fuss?” Then somehow turns the room into a circus Cracks
one joke, everybody screams Five minutes later,
nothing makes sense
He's got a playlist full of chaos A confidence level somewhere near
Mars
He says, “Trust me,
mate, I've got a plan!” Then immediately forgets what the plan was
TBDL on the television TBDL on the transmission
Nobody knows what it could mean
But Trav just calls it “the Aussie dream”
Maybe he's a legend
Maybe he's insane
Maybe “TBDL” Is written on his brain
But if the world gets boring And everyone's asleep
Just yell out:
“WHERE'S TRAV?”
And he'll appear from the deep!
OI OI OI!
TRAV!
RED!
T-B-D-L!
WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!
“Mate...
I dunno.” (ha!)
THEN WHY DID WE WRITE THE SONG?!
“Because it sounded cool.”
TRAV! AKA RED!
Put another record on the deck!
He's got the Aussie attitude And absolutely no regret!
TRAV! AKA RED!
TBDL until the very end!
Raise your glasses— Wait,
no, that's not allowed— Just raise your hands
And scream it loud!
TRAV!
RED!
T-B-D-L!
“Mate.” “Yeah?” “What does TBDL mean?” “...It's classified.” TRAV!