(Verse 1) Well, Geoffrey Brown’s got a brand new gig, Out on his own, buildin' fences big, He’s left his boss, but still outdoors, Now he’s hammerin’ posts and mendin’ old doors. (Chorus) Give Geoffrey a call if you need a good fence, He’ll be there quicker than a Tassie devil’s sense, But don’t you forget, he loves his beer, Fishing and hunting, ain't no need to cheer. (Verse 2) Down in Tasmania, where the air is clear, Geoff’s got a hammer in one hand, the other? A beer! He’s buildin' up walls and knockin' them down, But come Friday night, he’s the drunkest in town. (Chorus) Give Geoffrey a call if you need a good fence, He’ll be there quicker than a Tassie devil’s sense, But don’t you forget, he loves his beer, Fishing and hunting, ain't no need to cheer. (Bridge) Now, he ain’t just about posts and rails, Geoffrey’s stories are taller than whales, He’ll spin you a yarn 'bout the one that got away, And how he drank twenty pints by the end of the day. (Verse 3) Geoffrey Brown’s the man to hire, But catch him after work, he’s a right ol' crier, In the pub with a pint, tellin’ tales obscene, Of fences and fish, and places he’s been. (Chorus) Give Geoffrey a call if you need a good fence, He’ll be there quicker than a Tassie devil’s sense, But don’t you forget, he loves his beer, Fishing and hunting, ain't no need to cheer. (Outro) So here’s to Geoffrey, the fencing king, Who loves a beer more than anything, Call him for fences, but be ready to hear, A tale or two, with a frosty beer!
