Paul Chapman
From Paul Chapman:
When we sailed from Melbourne on the Thala Dan in 1958, we had a well-known journalist aboard named Osmar White. He and I competed in writing scurrilous lyrics for well-known songs.
Most of them were fake gripes about conditions aboard (although we were actually having a ball) or were too offensive to reproduce, but here is one that I think is acceptable.
Perhaps you would like to put it on the page of reminiscences about Phil Law.
Antarctic Rock
Well, I went for a walk down Collins Street
‘Til I came the where I had to meet
A bearded little man named P.G. Law
Said “Will you go to an icebound shore
Will you rock on the Thala, roll on the Thala,
Will you rock and roll on the Thala Dan?
Well, I said I don’t dig that kind of plan.But he said that the pay was pretty sweet
And so at last I said all reet,
So I gave my gal to another guy
And I sailed south for the IG Why
Did I rock on the Thala, roll on the Thala,
Did I rock and roll on the Thala Dan?
Well I wish I never met that man.
‘Til I came the where I had to meet
A bearded little man named P.G. Law
Said “Will you go to an icebound shore
Will you rock on the Thala, roll on the Thala,
Will you rock and roll on the Thala Dan?
Well, I said I don’t dig that kind of plan.But he said that the pay was pretty sweet
And so at last I said all reet,
So I gave my gal to another guy
And I sailed south for the IG Why
Did I rock on the Thala, roll on the Thala,
Did I rock and roll on the Thala Dan?
Well I wish I never met that man.
