Parmas In June - Illy

I can’t wait for parmas in June

With my mates in the local 'till we’re carried out the room

I wish I could be there sooner with my whisky shot and schooner

'Cause I can’t wait for parmas in June

Yeah, it feels like we’re on our way back

Raise an iso glass to that

Stuck on loop

Who knew when the curve turns flat

For the rest of my life singing 'Happy Birthday' is gonna make me wash my hands

The cafe is reopened, it’s taking cash

Whole control rocking tracksuits like lads

And the all Murdoch press ganging up on Dan Andrews

It feels like we’re back on track

And me and TV needs

Social distancing measures

Z-grade celebs saying, 'We're in this together'

We get it, we get it

But months have passed, it’s been hard

Can’t hug mum from two metres apart

March and April came and went, May finished

Last thirty degree day I stayed in

And now the news telling me restrictions getting eased, fuck yeah!

Just in time for winter

But all good 'cause

I can’t wait for parmas in June

With my mates in the local 'till we’re carried out the room

I wish I could be there sooner with my whisky shot and schooner

'Cause I can’t wait for parmas in June

Yeah, I swear I’ll never trip out of Middle C

I’ll fly 'till?

extra baggage fee

Or rocking up before the hotel room ready

Took it for granted, didn’t we?

Silly me

I don’t mind spending time on my own

I like home

But when it forced, I get the itch to roam

And I can’t complain 'bout how bad I got it 'cause the next person in the same

boat

And right now we need hope, and that’s me included

'Cause shit’s weird after two months of being secluded

And in February who the fuck knew what Zoom was

Swear, Uber used to not drop my food off

And don’t it all seem so long ago?

And as we crawl slow to the normal we know

Man, every night when I put down my phone I close my eyes I’m dreaming of my

first show 'cause

I can’t wait for parmas in June

With my mates in the local 'till we’re carried out the room

I wish I could be there sooner with my whisky shot and schooner

'Cause I can’t wait for parmas in June

And I can’t wait to step back on a stage again

If it’s not until next year

Just wake me when December ends

From the country to the coast

My band of bros back on the road

Don’t know when it will be

But I will see you then

I can’t wait for parmas in June

Man, it turns out it’s the little things that mean everything, if we only knew

But when day this will end

Be like old times are back again

And look, you can call them parmys if you want bro, it’s on you

I can’t wait for parmas in June

With my mates in the local 'till we’re carried out the room

I wish I could be there sooner with my whisky shot and schooner

'Cause I can’t wait for parmas in June

I can’t wait for parmas in June

With my mates in the local 'till we’re carried out the room

I wish I could be there sooner with my whisky shot and schooner

'Cause I can’t wait for parmas in June

I can’t wait for parmas in June (can't wait for that golden brown schnitty)

With my mates in the local 'till we’re carried out the room (with the red sauce

and the ham and the melted cheese)

I wish I could be there sooner with my whisky shot and schooner (and I’ll go

the chips and salad, you can go for the mash and veggies if you want)

'Cause I can’t wait for parmas in June (great for the chips and the beer,

goddammit can’t come quick enough)