The Old Coaster

The Old Coaster I got meself a coaster bus, To make a motorhome. I checked it out for any rust, In it we’re gonna roam. We’ll check out all the freebie sites, And camps along the Murray. We’ll get a coupla lectric bikes, And take our time we’re in no hurry. We’ll work our way around the place, Travellin this great wide land. Out at St George pickin grapes, Or packin fruit by hand. We’ll do some fossickin at Rubyvale, And we‘ll search for nuggets of gold. The kids are gone the house is for sale, Lets do it before we get old. The Coaster’s looking pretty good, With most the things we need. A shower ‘n‘ bed ’n’ cupboards for food, And a stove, to cook ourselves a feed. There’s a wardrobe for clothes, a TV too. And a sink to wash the dishes, A fridge to keep the tucker cool, Fully screened to stop the midges. We’ve got maps and books and mobile phones, We gave away the goldfish. Henry the cat has a brand new home, But it’s our friends we’ll miss. Turn off the lights and shut the door, We’re packed and ready to leave. It’s “AKEBIA” you’ll be looking for, And our friendship you’ll receive. __________________