The regulars turn up every year
With the Wife and Kids and picking gear
Some will try it and give it away
You've got to be tough enough to stay
Well Molly rolls up in the caravan
With another kid and dear old man
Mike strolls in, we give him a tease
Old socks wrapped around his knees
Dust up your nose
Flies in your face
Cuts and bruises all over the place
Smoko at last, find some shade
Dream of Friday fully paid
No time now for a second cup
Heads all down and bottoms up
If your legs are sore
Give them a rub
And dream about the Wentworth Club
Yes, It's picking time down on the Murray
Some real steady
Some in a hurry
Everyone's into it
Watch the gun pick
No time for whingeing when you're quick
With ragged knees and aching backs
Monotonous buckets, Monotonous racks
Monotonous heat, monotonous grapes
Fading batteries, monotonous tapes
Now the Sunraysia Blockies are a marvellous crew
They treat us all to a BBQ
With grapes all picked
We drink a beer
To the dear old friends we'll see next year

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