The Bedroom Philosopher

Golden Gaytime By The Bedroom Philosopher.

I’m not one to make a statement
I’m anything but blatant
of life I am but a quiet member
but I’ll never forget that day
when out in the open it all came
it had to be that one day in september
we’d lost our footy final
so on the schoolbus we all piled
broken, battered, bloodied and bemused
the only consolation
from the complete ego deflation
would be a hot pie from the shop we couldn’t lose
Timmo got a four and twenty
and Tommo he bought plenty
and Simmo even got a sausage roll
but despite the rejection
I risked with my selection
I couldn’t help but feel like something cold

I bought a gaytime
a golden gaytime
cos this time it felt like the right time
a gaytime
a golden gaytime
and they give me such a hard time for what I done
I just felt like icecream wrapped in biscuit crumbs

the shopkeeper looked shifty
as I handed him a dollar fifty
and all around me time seemed to freeze
it was like a western movie
with the villian and his groupies
death starin’ my iced confectionary
‘what do you think you’re doin?’
it was Tommo he was spewin’
dirt flying off his footy spurs
‘is there something you’re not saying?’
‘what’s this game you’re playing?’
‘you can’t have that for lunch, it’s absurd’

I bought a gaytime…

we all got back on the bus
and everyone was in a real huff
my best mate Wade wouldn’t sit next to me
Tommo waas the leader
he kept calling me ‘icecream eater’
I chose to take that literally
there was only so much I could take
Tommo’s voice was giving me an icecream headache
I didn’t know whether to scream or spew
the only way to stop it was to point out that stain in tommo’s pocket…

….
he’d bought a gaytime
a golden gaytime
cos this time it felt like the right time…
and they give me such a hard time for what I done
I just felt like icrecream wrapped in biscuit crumbs
no longer will i settle for a billabong
i’m so proud to sing my gaytime eatin’ song