| I was born in a broken down wagonette,
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| On a far distant Queensland cattle route,
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| And my shawl was a dusty old saddle cloth,
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| I’m a dinki-di Aussie no doubt!
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| I was raised on the milk of a kangaroo,
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| And my dummy was a rum bottle cork,
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| My diet was damper and bully beef,
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| I’m a dinki-di Aussie for sure
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| Now I went to the class of a two up school',
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| Where a cockatoo watched for the law,
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| My teacher was a bare knuckle pugilist,
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| I’m a dinki-di Aussie for sure
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| I work in the country for many months,
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| And some people say that I’m queer,
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| With a fat cheque I head for the nearest town, and I bust it on horses and beer.
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| hey!
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| I’m allergic to red tape and relations,
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| No inlaws can yap down my ear,
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| I’m often rough, rowdy and I drink a bit,
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| I’m the cause of that pub with no beer.
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| When finally I go to that other land,
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| A preacher man told me you see,
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| He said «The reception will be very warm, For dinki-di Aussies like me
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| But I was born in the broken down wagonette,
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| On a far distant Queensland cattle route
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| And my dummy was a rum bottle cork,
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| And my diet was damper and bully beef,
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| I’m a dinki-di Aussie no doubt
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| I’m a dinki-di Aussie no doubt |