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My old man loves a slap at the pub One hundred stiff down the plug "It's just money," he says "Can't take it when you're dead" Fends off my disputes with a shrug The sad thing dad is we all lag behind With pokie machines and speeding fines The bank of life says that we're all in deep debt So moneys quite nice to have while alive And we'll just exchange a judgmental gaze While he slaps and I sip on my ciggie His wallet's having as much fun, as the air in my lungs It's as bad as him smoking them with me Oh the age Oh the ages My old man loves a slap at the pub Sticks to light beer, nicer on his gut "It's better," he says "Than headaches in bed And it's winning me points with your mum" So we'll just exchange an eye-level gaze Before the taxi man gives him a call "It's good to see you dad" "You too possum, I'm glad to see that you're not smoking anymore" Letras de cancionesI lie and walk around the block and light another one Oh the age Oh the ages Oh the age Oh the ages From Letras Mania