My son’s musical tastes are rather eclectic. When he was two, his favorite song in the world was “Hey Ya” by OutKast. He’s also very fond of lots of happy hardcore, Raffi, Aqua’s “Barbie Girl” and “Tarzan and Jane,” “I Just Can’t Wait to Be King” from The Lion King, and The White Stripes’ “Little Ghost:”

“Little Ghost” Lyrics
Little ghost, little ghost
One I’m scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I’m the only one that sees you,
And I can’t do much to please you
And it’s not yet time to meet the lord above

The first woman that I met her
I did not expect a specter
When I shook her hand I really shook a glove
She looked into me so sweetly
And we left the room discreetly
No one else could know the secret of our love

Little ghost, little ghost
One I’m scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I’m the only one that sees you,
And I can’t do much to please you
And it’s not yet time to meet the lord above

Every morning I awoke
And I see my little ghost
Wond’rin’ if it’s really her that’s lying there
I lean to touch her and I whisper
But not brave enough to kiss her
When I held her I was really holding air

Little ghost, little ghost
One I’m scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I’m the only one that sees you,
And I can’t do much to please you
And it’s not yet time to meet the lord above

Though I try my best to keep it
There really was no secret
Must have looked like I was dancing with the wall
No one else could see this apparition
But because of my condition
I fell in love with a little ghost and that was all

Little ghost, little ghost
One I’m scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I’m the only one that sees you,
And I can’t do much to please you
And it’s not yet time to meet the lord above
No, it’s not yet time to meet the lord above

But lately, Lucas has fallen in love with an album my parents bought in Australia. It’s called A Piece of Australia by a folk/country singer named Slim Dusty (I’m not kidding). The album has tracks such as “Waltzing Mathilda” and a couple of train songs, but the favorite, I think is a tune called “Wobbly Boot.” Almost all the songs on this album are drinking songs.

“Wobbly Boot” Lyrics
Slim Dusty (with Rolf Harris) – 1998

When I was a lad, I remember me Dad coming home late Friday nights
Mum’d be there, she’d give him the glare, ’cause he’d be high as a kite
He’d say, “Sorry I’m late, I had a couple with me mates and we started to sing a few songs
And the next thing you know, it was time to go and I had the wobbly boot on”

Now, me Uncle’s the same, he was never to blame when he came to our house
He’d light up the barbie, rip the top of a stubby and sit there quiet as a mouse
But later in the evenin’ when he was leavin’, even though he was wearin’ thongs
He’d say, “I’m a bit shaky, I think I got me wobbly boot on”

Oh, it’s a curse, there ain’t nothin’ worse, makes you feel like a big galoot
When you’re standin’ there, full of cheer, and somethin’ goes wrong with your boot
You feel like a fool, you try to be cool, but you know it’s no use
So you blame it on your wobbly, wobbly, blame it on your wobbly boot
Your wobbly, wobbly boot

Well, that was years ago and now I know all about these worldly things
How you gotta have some good times in your lifetime, have your little flings
But early in the mornin’, when you’re yawnin’ and you’re not feelin’ too strong
You’re wishin’ over an over you’d stayed sober and you didn’t have your wobbly boot on

BOTH:
Oh, it’s a curse, there ain’t nothin’ worse, makes you feel like a big galoot
When you’re standin’ there, full of cheer, and somethin’ goes wrong with your boot
You feel like a fool, you try to be cool, but you know it’s no use
So you blame it on your wobbly, wobbly, you blame it on your wobbly boot
Your wobbly, wobbly boot

SPOKEN:
HARRIS: Ya know, Slim, it’s a dirty job, but I reckon somebody should look into this little matter.
DUSTY: Is that right?
HARRIS: ‘Cause it seems to me the bootmakers must be usin’ wobbly leather.
It’s a flamin’ disgrace to the Aussie race, as it’s gone on for far too long.
They should make ’em stronger, make ’em last longer
BOTH: Then we wouldn’t have our wobbly boots on.
DUSTY: Ah yeah!

BOTH:
Oh, it’s a curse, there ain’t nothin’ worse, makes you feel like a big galoot
When you’re standin’ there, full of cheer, and somethin’ goes wrong with your boot
You feel like a fool, you try to be cool, but you know it’s no use
So you blame it on your wobbly, wobbly, you blame it on your wobbly boot
Your wobbly, wobbly boot
You blame it on your wobbly boot

When my dad takes Lucas to school on Wednesday mornings, they listen to this album on the way. One day, when parting, dad said to Lucas, “G’day, Wobbly Boots!” Now 23 kindergarten children call my dad, and sometimes Lucas, Wobbly Boots, thanks to a song about getting drunk.

Thanks, Slim!