| There’s nothing like heading up the road
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| To where we’ve never been
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| Emu birds… smell new smells…
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| See things we’ve never seen
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| And it’s all rolled up
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| And tied right down
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| So the load cannot shift…
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| 'cause Murphy’s law’ll never fail
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| And things will come adrift
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| Down dusty roads trusty friends
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| Were headed without a care…
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| To Frangipani Bay…
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| Way, way up there
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| Now there’s more to Darcy Gollum than meets the eye…
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| He’s built bridges, gravel roads…
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| He even used to fly…
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| With a standcaster, kinda bashed…
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| Brim over the nose…
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| Cigarette growing on his lip…
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| Our leader, I suppose…
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| Through the mozzie net I see…
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| The stars are still abright…
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| The carpenter bird is hammerin'
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| …the mozzies cannot bite
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| I smell the coffee’s on.
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| Rod’s keen to catch a fish
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| …a big juicy baramundi
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| We wish… we wish… we wish!
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| Down dusty roads trusty friends
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| Were headed without a care…
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| To Frangipani Bay…
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| Way, way up there
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| Of course the girls are with us
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| They didn’t have a choice…
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| They’re resigned to the fact
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| That boys will be boys
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| But we wouldn’t go without 'em
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| And they wouldn’t stay behind…
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| Three good cooks with real good looks
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| Are very hard to find!
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| Down dusty roads trusty friends
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| Were headed without a care…
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| To Frangipani Bay…
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| Way, way up there |