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At the funeral parlourJust before leavingI leaned into the coffinTo kiss the old manOn the foreheadI kissed him on the lipsLooked up at his wifeAnd his third sonAnd his only daughterAnd his eldest granddaughterHis eldest grandsonAnd his son in lawMy sweet girlfriendShe leaned into the coffinUnclipped his RSL badgeAnd took off his Tobruk pinShe held them in her open palmsAnd gestured to the family, she said"I've got the badgesWho wants to go through the pockets?"I told my girlfriendSongtexteMy sweet girlfriendThere's only blue fluffIn my Dad's pocketsYou've got the badgesI've got the storiesStories cost nothingBut they are my treasuresThey are my treasuresThey are my fortuneThey are my cultureThey are my lifeI am a rich manWith my father's storiesYou've got the badgesWho wants to go through the pockets?Who wants to go through the pockets? Aus Songtexte Mania