When I’m at Wynnum
I’m far from the city
And when I’m at Wynnum
The people are all pretty
Yes, when I’m at Wynnum
It’s hard to feel shitty
‘Cause when I’m at Wynnum
I’m eating fish and chippies
Ah, Wynnum!
Ah, Wynnum!
Ah, Wynnum!
Ah, Wynnum!
Yes, when you’re at Wynnum
You’re feeling kind of frisky
For a little swimmy
Don’t you think it’s Manly?
‘Cause it’s really not
It’s about as manly
As calling your dad hot!
Ah, Wynnum!
Ah, Wynnum!
Ah, Wynnum!
Ah, Wynnum!
‘Hey, Hamish, I’m at the RSL; are you on your way?’
‘No, no, mate, I’m just down at the fish and chip store—oh, do you want anything?’
‘Ah, yeah, actually, could I get four pieces of crumbed barramundi and about nine pineapple fritters?’
‘Nine?!’
‘Nine, yeah.’
‘Do you want chicken salt on that?’
‘Of coursе I want chicken salt on that—are you on your way?’
‘I’m on my way now with a whole bunch of fish and chippiеs!’
‘Ah, Joe, that’s exciting. Could you get me a whole bag of lemons, please?’
‘Of course, mate, it’s Wynnum!’
Ah, Wynnum!
Ah, Wynnum!
Ah, Wynnum!
Ah, Wynnum!
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The Mangroves Lyrics – Wynnum