Lyrics:

Heh-heh
Walter quit the RAF
When there was no good air left
Made it back to the clan
The dog, the wife, the betting slip wet in his hand
And no one's listening
To the boys
Tim, Jaimme and Gab
Keeping him up while his mistress rings his hands
Picked him up after school
Just make sure you're looking good
No one's leaving
Walter plays
Get off your knees
Walter plays
Get off your knees

It's mini coke and prawns again
In his room or on the sand
It's not a day before he fell
From propping up the bar at the Raffle's hotel
And no one' leaving
Walter plays
Get off your knees
Give the kids a hand
Down on the sand

No one's listening
Walter plays
Get off your knees
Give the kids a hand
Down on the sand