About this song
No Smokes or Booze, Mate comes from island life: place, belonging, summer energy and the way a local home can open the imagination to a much bigger world.
Lyrics
Down at the bottle-o, signs all in your face, "Sorry, we're closed," gotta leave this place. No smokes on the shelf, no beer in the cold, It's a dry kind of night, mate, story's gettin' old. No smokes or booze, mate, what a bloody shame, Town's all dry, just ain't the same. No relief in sight, no way to unwind, Life without the bottle-o ain't treatin' us kind. Pub's all empty, darts ain't getting thrown, Old blokes in the corner, sober to the bone. G'day's got no cheer, nothin' but a sigh, With no brews or cigs, the fun says goodbye. No smokes or booze, mate, what a bloody shame, Town's all dry, just ain't the same. No relief in sight, no way to unwind, Life without the bottle-o ain't treatin' us kind. We need a plan, mate, to get our good times back, Missing the camaraderie, snacks, and our six-pack. Fill the esky somehow, bring the spirits alive, Without our vices, mate, how can we survive? No smokes or booze, mate, what a bloody shame, Town's all dry, just ain't the same. No relief in sight, no way to unwind, Life without the bottle-o ain't treatin' us kind.