At the funeral parlour Just before leaving I leaned into the coffin At the funeral parlour Just before leaving I leaned into the coffin To kiss the old man On the forehead I kissed him on the lips Looked up at his wife And his third son And his only daughter And his eldest granddaughter His eldest grandson And his son in law My sweet girlfriend She leaned into the coffin Unclipped his RSL badge And took off his Tobruk pin She held them in her open palms And gestured to the family, she said "I've got the badges Who wants to go through the pockets?" I told my girlfriend My sweet girlfriend There's only blue fluff In my Dad's pockets You've got the badges I've got the stories Stories cost nothing But they are my treasures They are my treasures They are my fortune They are my culture They are my life I am a rich man With my father's stories You've got the badges Who wants to go through the pockets? Who wants to go through the pockets?