Gordon Bok - Plastic container of plonk

I re^Gmember the days that we ^Cused to go fishing ^FAfter the ^Cwhiting around Skirmish ^GPoint With a carton of stubbies, a bucket of ^Cyabbies And ^Fworms that we ^Cdug from all over the ^Gjoint And a plastic container of ^Cplonk And a ^Gplastic container of ^Cplonk ^G

Remember the day old ^CCharlie got blotto And ^Ffell all a^Cbout in a tangle of ^Glines He was singing his head off and whirling his ^Csinker And ^Fwhile he was ^Chaving a wonderful ^Gtime He spilled me container of ^Cplonk He ^Gspilled me container of ^Cplonk ^G

Now it splashed all about and some ^Cfell in the bucket And the ^Fyabbies all ^Cwent on a beautiful ^Gspree They drank me rough red and got ^Amtight as old Charlie ^FArguing and ^Csinging, left nothing for ^Gme Of me plastic container of ^Cplonk Of me ^Gplastic container of ^Cplonk

We were ^Gbaiting with yabbies all ^Cwell marinated And ^Fwaving their ^Cclaws as they went on their ^Gway And the whiting all heard of this marvellous ^Ctucker And ^Fcame in their ^Cthousands from all round the ^GBay To indulge in some yabbies and ^Cplonk To in^Gdulge in some yabbies and ^Cplonk ^G

Now our ^Gcreels were soon full, so we started off ^Chomeward With a ^Fteetotal ^Cnephew to manage the ^Gcar And the whiting all rose to surface to ^Cthank us For the ^Fnew taste sen^Csation that came in a ^Gjar Me plastic container of ^Cplonk Me ^Gplastic container of ^Cplonk ^G

So don't talk to me about ^Cburleying whiting ^FJust take a ^Ctip from an old fisher^Gman Get some rough red and before you go ^Cfishing ^FTip a good ^Cslosh in the bait-holding ^Gcan From your plastic container of ^Cplonk Your ^Gplastic container of ^Cplonk