Final Spin of the Hills Hoist

Australian Country music, Bush band, Upbeat, Humourous, Funny, Magpies warbling in the background, Male focal

V4.5-ALL

Verse 1
Out in the backyard stands a hero of old,
Sixty proud summers, sixty winters bold.
Leaned to the left now, wobblin’ to the right,
The Hills Hoist whispers, “I’ve had a good fight.”

Pre-Chorus
From washing days to wild kid play,
She’s seen it all and more
But now she creaks like Grandpa’s knees
When he gets up off the floor!

Chorus
Oh give a final salute to the old Hills Hoist,
She’s spinning one last time by personal choice.
Held up Dad’s work shirts, Mum’s best knickers too,
And the birds that left surprises .... yeah, they loved her view!
Children swung 'round screaming, “Let it go faster!”
Till Mum yelled, “Stop it....you’ll cause a disaster!”
Oh Hills Hoist, dear friend, it’s been quite a ride
One last lean before you finally slide.

Verse 2
Remember the Mondays, the washing parade,
Grandma’s bloomers proudly on display.
Jeans doing laps like they’re training for sport,
Tea towels slapping causing the pigs to snort.

Pre-Chorus
Every breeze was a blessing,
Every storm was a test
And through it all she stood up tall
(Well… mostly. She tried her best.)

Chorus
So raise your pegs high for the old Hills Hoist,
Still giving everything though she’s got no choice.
Kids rode her like a merry-go-round at the fair,
Till she squealed like a possum   “Hey! Get off there!”
She’s bent, she’s rusted, she’s tilted astray,
But she never once took a laundry day off away.

Bridge
Now the backyard’s silent, the breeze hums low,
She wobbles like she’s saying, “Time for me to go…”
But before she sinks sideways into the dirt,
She whispers, “At least I never shrank your shirts.”

Final Chorus
Oh wave goodbye to our legend, the backyard queen,
The spinner of stories and the maker of scenes.
From baby bibs to Dad’s old flannies,
From undies to socks   (and those one strand jocks)
She’s earned her rest in the great Aussie yard,
Retirement’s coming, and she’s taken it hard
But we love you, old Hoist, forever true-blue…
And we’ll never hang washing the same without you.

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Verse 1 Out in the backyard stands a hero of old, Sixty proud summers, sixty winters bold. Leaned to the left now, wobblin’ to the right, The Hills Hoist whispers, “I’ve had a good fight.” Pre-Chorus From washing days to wild kid play, She’s seen it all and more But now she creaks like Grandpa’s knees When he gets up off the floor! Chorus Oh give a final salute to the old Hills Hoist, She’s spinning one last time by personal choice. Held up Dad’s work shirts, Mum’s best knickers too, And the birds that left surprises .... yeah, they loved her view! Children swung 'round screaming, “Let it go faster!” Till Mum yelled, “Stop it....you’ll cause a disaster!” Oh Hills Hoist, dear friend, it’s been quite a ride One last lean before you finally slide. Verse 2 Remember the Mondays, the washing parade, Grandma’s bloomers proudly on display. Jeans doing laps like they’re training for sport, Tea towels slapping causing the pigs to snort. Pre-Chorus Every breeze was a blessing, Every storm was a test And through it all she stood up tall (Well… mostly. She tried her best.) Chorus So raise your pegs high for the old Hills Hoist, Still giving everything though she’s got no choice. Kids rode her like a merry-go-round at the fair, Till she squealed like a possum “Hey! Get off there!” She’s bent, she’s rusted, she’s tilted astray, But she never once took a laundry day off away. Bridge Now the backyard’s silent, the breeze hums low, She wobbles like she’s saying, “Time for me to go…” But before she sinks sideways into the dirt, She whispers, “At least I never shrank your shirts.” Final Chorus Oh wave goodbye to our legend, the backyard queen, The spinner of stories and the maker of scenes. From baby bibs to Dad’s old flannies, From undies to socks (and those one strand jocks) She’s earned her rest in the great Aussie yard, Retirement’s coming, and she’s taken it hard But we love you, old Hoist, forever true-blue… And we’ll never hang washing the same without you.

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