In the stickiness of Summer In the sleeplessness of heat In the rolling 'round, rubbing on the dirty cotton sheets A whining dog is scratching at the fence Tugging at a leash Dazza's wearing Stubby shorts And a Bulldog's footy top He's chatting up the barmaid He's sucking in his gut He says, 'Do you want to see my burn out? Do you want to see my skids? Do you want to see the parking lot? I'll flip your bloody lid' Banging on the bar with a set of Hilux keys Tap, tap, tapping rhythms out Like two stray dogs in heat Trying to be subtle Staring down the front of her dress And she's trying not to notice with her arms across her chest Trying not to notice with her arms across her chest Then someone in the kitchen calls out 'Table 22' She leaves to take the service and serves a backside view Two flies copulate in the air above the door And Dazza's like a dog with a bone he can't ignore Banging on the bar with a set of Hilux keys Tap, tap, tapping rhythms out Like two stray dogs in heat 'Jesus, I could tap that Darlin', you look gorgeous in that dress When you finish work, I'm gonna take you for a spin' He says, 'When you finish work I'm gonna take you for a spin' Her shift is almost over Only Dazza's at the bar She's hoping that somebody else might walk her to the car She packs away some glasses Turns around to see Dazza stumbling out the back door The concrete in the car park Is radiating heat Bouncing 'round the sound of her footsteps as she leaves The brittle echo sounds like a set of Hilux keys Tap, tap, tapping Tap, tap, tapping Tomorrow night they're back And all across the news A woman's been attacked He says, 'Thank God, it wasn't you But what'd she expect Walking 'round dressed up like that?' He's got questions for the victim But she doesn't answer back Banging on the bar with a set of Hilux keys Tap, tap, tapping rhythms out Like two stray dogs in heat 'Maybe when you're finished Baby, can I drive you home?' But she's walking like a woman who'd rather be alone Tapping out a rhythm Leave me alone