The University Hotel
Stepping the narrow sparrow-lit alleyways
wash-slopped cobblestones a steeling sky
brick walls hopscotched with stale ivy vines
and out on to Lygon to find us some cold
Carlton cash Tilley's takes rammies so we
hock Norm's suit pocket the profit and with
no dispute cross the street to the watering-hole The Ladies Lounge beckons so we
head out the back and I'm sitting pretty
with plonk on lap when this digger-type
bloke comes up and just starts to chat As
the boys spin a tall one I pick up the plan
and get myself geared to recruit the old man
with long legs and lashes lush lips and mycache of trick-turning Melbourne-style love
Pop takes the bait straight pleased as Punch
easy make and we leave the hotel to have
fun with our favourite new mate I fix up
my face while Bobby guffaws primed at
the prospect of such a good score and arm
in arm we all follow the night to Pop's place
