Spend my whole time listening to old guys
To figure which way to go
Whether to hang my guitar high or
Or how you drag a smoke
Cos they look justified when drinking like
They've earned each swig and shot
Whether the day's best worth remembering
Or the one's best left forgot

I just don't take advice that hasn't been battered around
Like a gladstone bag in the rain all forgotten about
So I'm taking all my cues from the older guys
Old Ted used to do a good Stan Laurel and bowl a good leg cut
Sometimes I wish he was still around to clip me when I'm fucking up

He'd sit out on the back porch, all cardigan and frown
Drinking long necks of DA, while the Kalgoorlie sun was coming down
I'm taking all my cues from the older guys
Standing outside my local on a cold old Anzac Day
And I just don't seem to care if I drown out in the rain
Because they look through me like a sheet of glass, like the first window in a house
And I wonder if they've been lived in or if they've been torn down

Just cos I steal the suits
And walk like I'm fifty-five sometimes
I just don't have the nuts to sit with the older guys
So I'm taking all my cues from all those older guys