I have travelled Australia,
Away from a far...
My only guide,
Was the evening star...
Hitching a lift,
By waving my thumb...
Life’s not so bad,
Here on the bum...
Camping at nights,
By the old billabong...
Pulling the bindies,
Out of my thongs...
Humping my bluey,
Full of baked beans...
I travel Australia,
In singlet and jeans...
Getting a job,
When the money runs low...
Most other times,
I’m taking it slow...
Collecting the dole,
Is an easier job...
To get a check monthly,
Endorsed by the mob...
Time drags along,
And no further I roam...
I’ve seen all I need,
And It's time to head home...
Back to the bustle,
Of that city life...
To settle down,
And grab a new wife...
I'm now in a good job,
With a missus and kids...
I’d never depart,
Not even for Quids...
Len Newey