Fair dinkum my old cobber, G,day I'm your new neighbour,
I travelled from Tasmania, I flew by flying doctor.
Crocodile Dundee has no flies on me,
I couldn't give a XXXX about his fosters tinny,
as for crocodiles, I eat them for my tea.
You great gallah, i've come to tickle your wrigglers,
be a sport, don't be a dag, then well have a ripper.
It's far away from home from the likes of Alf and Ailsa,
I brought my digeredoo with me, a wallabe and koala.
Tie me kangaroo down sport my ball and chain is sheila,
I met her in the outback where I was a lonely sheep shearer.
Come on around well have a yarn a barby and a tinny,
but watch out for the red back if you go and use the dunny.
If your feeling lucky, you can go and chat up skippy,
but if your feeling desperate you can go and chat up kylie.
When I lived outback down under, I had my hopes and dreams,
to make it up and over, and move to Milton Keynes.
To middle class suburbia, to pommy prim and proper,
to show a sleepy town, a bit of Aussie culture.
So here I am I've found my spot forever and forever,
buy rhe way my name is Bob, your brand new Aussie neighbour.
Copyright © CARL SMITH | Year Posted 2022
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