America's got their burgers,
Different food the whole world over,
but it all gives me the...
And when I'm feeling peckish,
it's then you'll hear me cry
Oh, pleased I'll be if you
How will I still remember
Things were tough back in those
days for my nine -year -old dad
Butter and tea were rationed and
we lived on those homemade hotmeat pies
Like me, I guess you've travelled
Be it summertime or winter,
be it hot or cold with rain
You've veiled up at a station
Well, I bet you've been to the old
canteen for a hot meat pie and sauce
may your future never die
Topped with peas and taters,
the variations I have tried
Oh, I never get to thinking just
Oh, I go out to the footy,
The ref may make a rulin'
Well, I don't do me nana, either cue or short or please I yell and cheer,
grab a can of beer and a hot meat pie and peas
Oh, I went out to the races,
the owner gave me the tip
He said, put all your money on my horse,
Well, he's done, old nag got beat,
and like a piece of him I cried
Then the owner discreet said,
you can next week in a tasty hot meat pie
may your future never die
Topped with peas and taters,
are variations I have tried
And often when I'm eating,
strange things I find inside
All the gristle's a curse,
but a fly is worse in a tasty hot meat pie
America's got their burgers, and
Different food the whole world over,
Meat pie, that's my pleasure,
And when I shoot through,
I'll say to you, know who
And wag a bit of the tomato
sauce on it too, old mate
