And as a first step, Michael has started putting together some songs he would like to strum on the uke and is asking fellow band members, Adm. Fox (violin), Capt. Sanders Lamont (guitar and vocals) and Pat Lamont (percussion and hammer dulcimer) to come up with ideas, too.
The group's signature song - the only song the group has ever performed in public - Dancin' With A Man by Rodney Carrington tops the list, of course.
But there are many other possibilities.
One that has been suggested is called Chunder in the Old Pacific Sea, a song about, well, chundering, usually after drinking too much beer and also eating too much rich food, like shrimp.
It is an Australian drinking song after all.
More on what that playlist will look like in a few weeks when the group gets back together for a jam session - and maybe an impromptu performance at the Lube Room in Camp Connell.
Here's the lyrics to Chunder:
I was down by Manleigh Pier, drinkin' tubes of ice cold beer
With a bucket full of prawns upon my knee
When I swallowed the last prawn,
I had a technicolor yawn
and I chundered in the old Pacific Sea
Drink it up, drink it up,
Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me
If you want to throw your voice,
mate you won't have any choice
But to chunder in the old Pacific Sea
I was sittin in the surf, when a mate of mine called Murf
Asks if he can crack a tube or two with me
The bastard barely swallowed it
When he went for the big spit
and he chundered in the old Pacific Sea
Drink it up, drink it up
Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me
If you want to throw your voice,
mate you won't have any choice
But to chunder in the old Pacific Sea
I've had liquid laughs in bars and I've hurled from moving cars
And I've chuckled when and where it suited me
But if I could choose the spot
To regurgitate me lot,
then I'd chunder in the old Pacific Sea
Drink it up, drink it up
Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me
If you want to throw your voice,
mate you won't have any choice
But to chunder in the old Pacific Sea
With a bucket full of prawns upon my knee
When I swallowed the last prawn,
I had a technicolor yawn
and I chundered in the old Pacific Sea
Drink it up, drink it up,
Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me
If you want to throw your voice,
mate you won't have any choice
But to chunder in the old Pacific Sea
I was sittin in the surf, when a mate of mine called Murf
Asks if he can crack a tube or two with me
The bastard barely swallowed it
When he went for the big spit
and he chundered in the old Pacific Sea
Drink it up, drink it up
Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me
If you want to throw your voice,
mate you won't have any choice
But to chunder in the old Pacific Sea
I've had liquid laughs in bars and I've hurled from moving cars
And I've chuckled when and where it suited me
But if I could choose the spot
To regurgitate me lot,
then I'd chunder in the old Pacific Sea
Drink it up, drink it up
Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me
If you want to throw your voice,
mate you won't have any choice
But to chunder in the old Pacific Sea
