I was only sixteen years, when I met my brother He looked at me, and his face lit up with joy After the tears, he talked about our mother Held me close and whispered 'Butter Boy' I remember drinking wine, and talking with my brother Had a drink, then he didn't think I should I told him I could handle it, and I said 'let's get another' Sitting in the kitchen, in Dight Street Collingwood We'd take a walk to Fitzroy, early in the morning When sometimes family life became a strain We'd stand outside the cellars Greeting friends we knew were coming Grabbed a quart, and walked to Charcoal Lane I remember sitting in the laneway with my brother Sharing cigarettes and company Drinking with some friends we knew Who said they knew our father Sitting in the laneway, my brother and me Now the lanes were not forgotten But the parks became our haven And everybody knew the parkies law And I see my brother standing On that hill side, and he's saying F Troop doesn't ride here anymore I remember dancing 'round the jukebox with my brother Dancing to, and singing "I Can Help" Acting just like children in the joy we gave each other Dancing 'round the jukebox, in the Champion Hotel Dancing 'round the jukebox, in the Champion Hotel