The Northcote Rooster

Well, I was up on Ruckus Hill Late on a Saturday night And I saw a sight so strange I nearly shat myself with fright It was a rooster, big as houses Came rambling up the hill Forty foot, he was, from beak to claw, and maybe larger still And well it's true, mate, it's true Never was I known to lie And you've had've been at Northcote You'd have seen the same as I This rooster had a wingspan That was wider than your mum And every time the bastard flapped his wings His shadow blocked the sun This rooster was a monster You could see him from the moon Take a leg, climbed up his [?] He didn't get back 'til June And well it's true, mate, it's true Never was I known to lie And you've had've been at Northcote You'd have seen the same as I The cock's comb on this rooster's head Brushed against the sky Swept the stars from heaven And set them in your eyes They're eyes as bright as heaven Darling, you're as hot as hell Well, I'll be going home soon Maybe you could come as well Well it's true, mate, it's true Never was I known to lie And you've had've been at Northcote You'd have seen the same as I Well it's true, mate, it's true Never was I known to lie And you've had've been at Northcote You'd have seen the same as I