Chords for Waratah Rock and Roll Ball, John Williamson

Well, thank you very much.
I'd like to finish my little spot for tonight with a song, song written by young, young John Williamson.
And, uh, it's a little song he wrote all about those bachelor and spinster's balls they have out in the bush.
Or you can call them spinster and bachelor's balls.
I don't care however you like to look at it.
And this little song is called the Waratah Rock and Roll Ball.
Thank you. _ _ _
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It's a tough song.
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_ _ [A] There's a clock tick tock tock tick tick [Am] tockin' on the wall.
[D] _ [C] And I've got a blind [G] date for the Waratah [C] Rock.
_ _ [Cm] But I can't find my [C] shoes and I hear those [D] rock and roll songs.
_ [C] I can't wear a dinner [G] suit with a worn out [C] pair of thongs.
[F#] _ I found me pointy toed [C] cowboy boots made with [D] crocodile skin.
_ [C] And I twisted and [G] strained to get my [C] big feet in.
_ [G] And I was thinking of [E] the girl, was she nice and [D] you know, what was my chance.
_ [C] When I tore the [G] crotch right out of my [C] brand new piss.
_ So I pulled on my jeans and my thongs and [D] I said what the heck.
_ [C] If they don't let [G] us in I'll take you to [C] the discotheque.
_ [E] So [C] I'm walking up a driveway feeling like [Am] a boy in his teens.
_ [C] When this big mongrel [G] dog tears the right leg [C] off of me jeans.
[G] _ _ [C] Come on get [G] out of there.
[C] Come on sit [G] down you righty.
_ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ So with blood [Em] on my shin and my right knee sticking [D] out.
_ _ [F] I rang on the [E] door determined to [C] take her out.
_ [G] _ [Cm] Well you should have seen the [G] size of the bloke that answered [D] the bell. _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] He said hey [G] Sherl come and see what thinks is [C] going to take out our little girl.
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Hang on alright.
_ [C] I like your little puppy dog.
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_ My poor little dog.
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[Cm] Well I shrunk to the size [C] of a dog and I lowered [D] my tail.
And I [F] faded into the [G] shadows [C] sad and pale.
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_ _ [C] Well if there's a moral to the story mate be a sport and let [D] me know.
_ _ _ [F] Meanwhile I'll just go home and tune me fiddle [C] and rosin me bow.
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