I was only sixteen years, when I met my brother

He looked at me, and his face lit up with joy

After the tears, he talked about our mother

Held me close and whispered ‘Butter Boy’

I remember drinking wine, and talking with my brother

Had a drink, then he didn’t think I should

I told him I could handle it, and I said ‘let’s get another’

Sitting in the kitchen, in Dight Street Collingwood

We’d take a walk to Fitzroy, early in the morning

When sometimes family life became a strain

We’d stand outside the cellars

Greeting friends we knew were coming

Grabbed a quart, and walked to Charcoal Lane

I remember sitting in the laneway with my brother

Sharing cigarettes and company

Drinking with some friends we knew

Who said they knew our father

Sitting in the laneway, my brother and me

Now the lanes were not forgotten

But the parks became our haven

And everybody knew the parkies law

And I see my brother standing

On that hill side, and he’s saying

F Troop doesn’t ride here anymore

I remember dancing ‘round the jukebox with my brother

Dancing to, and singing “I Can Help”

Acting just like children in the joy we gave each other

Dancing ‘round the jukebox, in the Champion Hotel

Dancing ‘round the jukebox, in the Champion Hotel