Woke Up In Australia

Well the house was rock & rolling, and the dance floor was pulsating, I had myself too many drinks, then drank two or three more. All the ladies, they were moving, in tight clothes so scintillating, one looked so hot I couldn’t think as we walked out the door… Then I woke up in Australia, and I don’t know how I got here, and it’s really kind of funny, went to sleep in Santa Fe. And I woke up in Australia, and I don’t know what I’m doing, but the folks are nice and there’s beer on ice, so what the hell, I’ll stay, mate! Where the girl went, I do not know, nor even where we did go when we left that raging party, probably to an airport. Vaguely recall lights turned down low, did I get with her? I hope so! Joining the mile high club is a real fine way to score… Then I woke up in Australia, and I don’t know how I got here, and it’s really kind of funny, I blacked out in Sante Fe. And I woke up in Australia, and I don’t know what to do next, but the weather’s nice, and they do shrimp right, so what the hell, I’ll stay, hey! The ladies here are so sweet, and the men all like grilling beef, the animals want to kill me, guess you can’t have everything. Do you know they have ski hills? And vineyards to drink your fill, Plus kangaroo is so tasty you don’t know what your missing! Yes, I woke up in Australia, and I don’t know how I got here, and I wonder when they’ll find me, send me back to Santa Fe. Yes, I woke up in Australia, all because of some strange Sheila, but I’m doing fine under southern skies, so what the hell, I’ll stay, G’day!