[Chorus]
I can't wait for parmas in June
With my mates down at the local
Till we're carried out the room
I wish I could be there sooner
With my whisky shot and schooner, 'cause
I can't wait for parmas in June

[Verse 1]
Yeah, it feels like we're on our way back
Raise an iso glass to that
Stuck on loop, who knew when the turn curves flat
For the rest of my life singing "Happy Birthday"'s
Gonna make me wanna wash my hands
The café's reopened, it's taking cash
Whole country rockin' tracksuits like lads
And the all Murdoch press ganging up on Dan Andrews
It feels like we're back on track
And me and TV need social distance in measures
D-grade celebs say, "We in this together"
We get it, we get it, but months have passed, it's been hard
Can't hug mum from two metres apart
March and April came and went, May finished
Last thirty degree day I stayed in and
Now the news telling me restrictions getting eased
Fuck yeah, just in time for winter, but all good, 'cause
[Chorus]
I can't wait for parmas in June
With my mates down at the local
Till we're carried out the room
I wish I could be there sooner
With my whisky shot and schooner, 'cause
I can't wait for parmas in June

[Verse 2]
Yeah
I swear I'll never trip 'bout a middle seat
A fly delay, or extra baggage fee
Or rockin' up before the hotel room ready
Took it for granted, didn't we? Silly me
I don't mind spending time on my own, I like home
But when it feels forced, I get the itch to roam
And I can't complain how bad I got it
'cause the next person in the same boat and right now
We need some hope, that's me included
'Cause shit's weird after two months of being secluded
And in February who the fuck knew what Zoom was
Swear, Uber used to not just drop my food off
And don't it all seem so long ago?
And as we crawl slow to the normal we know
Man, every night when I put down my phone
And close my eyes I'm dreaming of my first show, 'cause
[Chorus]
I can't wait for parmas in June
With my mates down at the local
Till we're carried out the room
I wish I could be there sooner
With my whisky shot and schooner, 'cause
I can't wait for parmas in June

[Bridge]
And I can't wait to step back on a stage again
If it's not until next year
Just wake me when December ends
From the country to the coast
My band of bros back on the road
Don't know when it'll be
But I'll see you then, man
Can't wait for parmas in June
Man
It turns out it's the little things that mean everything, if we only knew
But one day this'll end
Be like old times back again
And look, you can call them parmis if you want, bro
It's on you

[Chorus/Collision]
I can't wait for parmas in June
With my mates down at the local
Till we're carried out the room
I wish I could be there sooner
With my whisky shot and schooner, 'cause
I can't wait for parmas in June (Fuck yeah)
I can't wait for parmas in June
Can't wait for that golden brown schnitty
With my mates down at the local
Till we're carried out the room
With that red sauce and the ham and the melted cheese
I wish I could be there sooner
And I'll go the chips and salad
With my whisky shot and schooner, 'cause
You can go for the mash and veg if you want
I can't wait for parmas in June
Great for the chips, a nice cold beer
Goddammit, can't come quick enough