the right to shout fuck
.. so far ok, I’ve got the title.
three hundred and fifty-five out of mind piss farts roaming through the Sydney canyons shouting fuck the whole night long,
The song of sydney. The right to shout fuck.
… but never at a copper, or within his earshot,
because if you do you my son,
you will be gone, like a shot.
so all the best.
and thank you henry lawson.