| You don’t need a shed in northern Queensland
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| And it requires a small amout of nous
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| Elevate on nine foot foundations
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| Park the ute right underneath the house
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| Proud to be a Queensland Bungalow
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| In the middle of the tall sugar cane
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| A green frog listens to the thunder
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| And good old boys are drinkin' beer again
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| Poor old Eddie lost his dog today
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| Been together fifteen years or so
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| Not like him sittin' in the corner
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| Finds it hard to let his feelin’s show
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| But he’ll come around in a while
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| He’ll grab another 'muddy' by the claw
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| Throw the shells somewhere near the bucket
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| Tomorrow we’ll just hose 'em out door
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| Mother quickly gathers the washing
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| It’s far too steamy today
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| She’ll throw the overalls in the dryer
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| It was wishful thinkin' anyway
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| Out there a little south of Townsville
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| The monsoonal rains begin pour
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| No wonder a man’s a heavy drinker
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| Too hot to do much else that’s for sure
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| Neville’s found XXXX in the freezer
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| Ron and Graham are snorin' on the floor
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| Eddie’s passed out on the trailer
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| Tomorrow we’ll just hose 'em out the door
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| Grab another 'muddy' by the claw
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| Tomorrow we’ll just hose 'em out the door |