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by Bob Watson

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Tasman Buster

Words and music by Bob Watson 1984 ROM Watson
Slightly adapted by Charlie Ipcar, 2006

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Now the Tasman Buster's got a fair old blow,
An' he strikes so sudden that his teeth don't show,
An' his home is on the Tasman Sea;
And it's no use waiting for the glass to fall,
'Cos you gets no warning when he comes to call;
It's crash, bang, wallop, you can do damn all
But batter down the Tasman Sea.

Chorus:
An' it's blow you Buster, blow! (WHOO!)
Blow you Buster, blow!
An' it's rock on Tommy down the Tasman Sea,
When the Tasman Buster blows!

Now Abel Tasman was a Dutchman bold,
An' he sailed these waters in the days of old
An' his name is on the Tasman Sea;
But somehow Abel must have riled Old Nick
'Cos he sent that Buster for to blow so quick,
That Abel's ghost would really cop some stick
From sailors on the Tasman Sea.

Chorus

Now the old-time sailors how they carped and cursed
When the Buster hit 'em with his blunt end first,
Like a hammer on the Tasman Sea;
It was lee rail under as they shipped it green,
An' the old sail-maker kept his needles keen,
'Cos a stitch in time can save nineteen
When the Buster's on the Tasman Sea.

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TASMAN BUSTER

Words and music by Bob Watson 1984 ROM Watson

Now the Tasman Buster's got a fair old blow,
And he strikes so sudden that his teeth don't show,
And his home is on the Tasman Sea;
And it's no use waiting for the glass to fall,
'Cos you gets no warning when he comes to call.
It's crash, bang, wallop, you can do damn all
But batter down the Tasman Sea.

Chorus:
And it's blow, you Buster, blow! (and blow!)
And it's blow, you Buster, blow!
And it's rock on Tommy down the Tasman Sea,
When the Tasman Buster blows!

Mister Abel Tasman was a Dutchman bold,
And he sailed these waters in the days of old
And his name is on the Tasman Sea;
And somehow Abel must have riled Old Nick
'Cos he sent that Buster for to blow so quick,
So that Abel's ghost would really cop some stick
From Sailors on the Tasman Sea. (CHO)

Now the old-time sailors, how they carped and cursed
When the Buster hit 'em with his blunt end first,
Like a hammer on the Tasman Sea;
It was lee rail under as they shipped it green,
And the old sail-maker kept his needles keen,
'Cos a stitch in time can save nineteen
When the Buster's on the Tasman Sea. (CHO)

There was a German schooner on an eastbound trip,
Went to clear New Zealand round the southern tip;
She went sailing down the Tasman Sea;
And it's headfirst into Mr. Buster's blitz,
And the German skipper, and his name was Fritz,
Said, "Gott in Himmel! You get blown to bitz
Ven ze Buster's on ze Tasman Sea." (CHO)

There's a girl in Sydney known as Big Butch Flo,
And it ain't worth knowing what Flo don't know,
'Cos she's rougher than the Tasman Sea;
And she'll call you Cobber and she'll call you Blue,
And when that lady's got through with you
You'll think you've been a-ridin' on a kangaroo,
Or maybe on the Tasman Sea! (CHO)

Once I had a mucker, name of Harry Symes,
He was a dozy beggar at the best of times,
He could kip across the Tasman Sea;
And I saw him often on his bunk crashed out,
With a big fat grin all spread across his snout,
No way of telling what he dreamed about,
But it wasn't of the Tasman Sea. (CHO)

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