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Teary eyes at the window,
Where did Mum and Dad go? I wish someone would hurry up and come and get me, Gee I'm scared The cat shot through, She saw the light and fled. Cracker night was a real big deal, when I was a little kid They started lettin' them off after tea I ran inside and hid And all the dogs from everywhere were underneath me bed. We all went down in our dressing gowns to see the big bonfire Wide eyes watched the straw man burn on a mile-high pile of tyres Hot as hell, big black smell and red hot rings of wire. Sky rockets zinging, Catherine wheels spinning, What a flamin' evening, Fire trucks were screaming Smoky haze hangin' round for days And Grandma's ears were ringing. Everynight after school draggin' bits of wood, Boxes and branches and rotten old fences, And mattresses were good. We even scrounged a vinyl lounge And anything we could Little Guy Fawkes's and letter boxes Blown all out of shape Light the wick and back off quick, And make the big escape Cackin' ourselves and rippin' my shirt Scrambling through the gate Sky rockets zinging Catherine wheels spinning What a flamin' evening Fire trucks were screaming Smoky haze hangin' round for days And Grandma's ears were ringing. A house burnt down on the edge of town We all took off with Pa This thing whizzed across the road And nearly hit our car A bang and spark lit up the park And everyone went Ah! Ah! Ah! Cracker night was a real big deal, When I was a little kid, It seems like only yesterday Tucked away in bed Dreams of schemes and double bunger Daring things we did |
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by John Williamson
Goodbye Bunyip Bluegum, goodbye Blinky Bill And beautiful little Nutsie, I can't believe it Our koalas are all dying, can it really be A national disaster, a world catastrophe Shiny little black nose and fluffy little ears Furry little bundle soaking up the tears Snugglepot and Cuddlepie are crying in the rain And wombat's gone into his hole and won't come out Oh pass the hat around between your friends There's no time to contemplate Maybe if we show some love Maybe it's not too late 'Cause Blinky Bill is dying, cross him off the list Knock on doors, ring the bell, save the eucalypts I don't think I could stand the shame, knowing that I could Have saved the world from losing something beautiful and good One doctor on the job is hardly enough One little hospital, wake up Australia It's our corner of the world, time to pull our weight What would we tell our children about our little mate |
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by John Williamson
What am I gonna do - what about the future? Gotta draw the line without delay Why shouldn't I get emotional - the bush is sacred Ancient life will fade away Over the hill they go, killing another mountain Gotta fill the quota - can't go slow Huge machinery wiping out the scenery One big swipe like a shearer's blow Rip rip woodchip - turn it into paper Throw it in the bin, no news today Nightmare, dreaming - can't you hear the screaming? Chainsaw, eyesore - more decay Remember the axemen knew their timber Cared about the way they brought it down Crosscut, blackbutt, tallowood and cedar Build another bungalow - pioneer town I am the bush and I am koala We are one - go hand in hand I am the bush like Banjo and Henry It's in my blood - gonna make a stand Rip rip woodchip - turn it into paper Throw it in the bin, no news today Nightmare, dreaming - can't you hear the screaming? Chainsaw, eyesore - more decay Rip rip woodchip - turn it into paper Throw it in the bin - don't understand Nightmare, dreaming - can't you hear the screaming? Stirs my blood - gonna make a stand |
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Let me tell you of an interview with an Old Man Emu
He's got a beak and feathers and things, but the poor old fella ain't got no wings "Aren't you jealous of the wedge-tail eagle?" - dom ba da little da da da (Spoken in tempo) "While the eagle's flying round and round, I keep my two feet firmly on the ground I can't fly, but I'm telling you, I can run the pants off a kangaroo". Doo dee ba doo doo doo , boo da da doot doo doo doo He can't fly, but I'm telling you, he can run the pants off a kangaroo. Well he was the model for the fifty cents - oom ba da little da da da The designer should have had more sense - oom ba da little da da da If you take a look, it'll prove to you, I ran the pants off that kangaroo. Doo dee ba doo doo doo...Boo da da doot doo doo.. Take a look it'll prove to you, he can run the pants off the kangaroo. You can't loop the loop like a cockatoo - Oom ba da little da da da Swoop and toss like an albatross - Oom ba da little da da da "You silly galah, I'm better by far, than a white cockatoo or a budgerigar; They squeak and squawk and try to talk, why me and them's like cheese and chalk" Ba da da Doo dee ba doo doo doo...Boo da da doot doo doo doo He can't fly but I'm telling you, he can run the pants off a kangaroo... Well the last time I saw Old Man Emu - Oom ba da little da da da He was chasing a female he knew - Oom ba da little da da da As he shot past I heard him say "She can't fly, but I'm telling you She could run the pants off a kangaroo". - Ba da da Doo dee ba doo doo doo Doo dee ba doo doo doo...Boo da da doot doo doo doo She can't fly but I'm telling you, she can run the pants off a kangaroo Well there is a moral to this ditty - Oom ba da little da da da Thrush can sing but he ain't pretty - Oom ba da little da da da Duck can swim, but he can't sing, nor can the eagle on the wing Emu can't fly, but I'm telling you, he can run the pants off a kangaroo. Well the kookaburra laughed and said "It's true, oom ba da little da da da, Ha Ha Ha Ha Hah Hoo, He can run the pants off a kangaroo" |
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By B. Brown/W. Johnson
I've been around the world A couple of times or maybe more I've seen the sights, I've had delights On every foreign shore But when my mates all ask me The place that I adore I tell them right away Give me a home among the gumtrees With lots of plum trees A sheep or two, a k-kangaroo A clothesline out the back Verandah out the front And an old rocking chair You can see me in the kitchen Cooking up a roast Or Vegemite on toast Just you and me, a cup of tea And later on, we'll settle down And go out on the porch And watch the possums play There's a Safeways up the corner And a Woolies down the street And a brand new place they've opened up Where they regulate the heat But I'd trade them all tomorrow For a little bush retreat Where the kookaburras call Some people like their houses With fences all around Others live in mansions And some beneath the ground But me I like the bush you know With rabbits running round And a pumpkin vine out the back |
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Oh there once was a swagman camped in a billabong
Under the shade of a coolibah tree And he sang as he looked at his old billy boiling Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me Chorus Who'll come a waltzing Matilda my darling Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me Waltzing Matilda and leading a water bag Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me Down came a jumbuck to drink at the water hole Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee And he sang as he stowed him away in his tucker bag You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me Down came the squatter a riding on his thoroughbred Down came the troopers one two three Whose is that jumbuck you've got in the tucker bag You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me But the swagman he up and he jumped into the water hole Drowning himself by the coolibah tree And his ghost may be heard as it sings in the billabong Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me |
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Hey true blue dont say your gone say your knocked off for a smoko and you'll be back later on. Hey true blue, Hey true blue. you can turn me straight, face to face, are you really disappearing, just another dying race. Hey true blue, true blue, is it me and you, is it mum and dad, is it a cockatoo, is it standing by ya mate when hes in a fight or just vegemite true blue im asking you, hey true blue can you bear the load will you tie it up with wire just to keep the show on the road, Hey true blue, Hey true blue. now be fair dinkum, is your heart still there, if they sell us up like sponge cake do you really care, Hey true blue, True blue is it me and you, is it mum and dad, is it a cockatoo, is it standing by ya mate when shes in a fight or just vegemite true blue im asking you, True blue is it me and you, is it mum and dad is it a cockatoo, is it standing by ya mate when hes in a fight or just vegemite, True blue, True blue.
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