Frangipani Bay - John Williamson

There’s nothing like heading up the road

To where we’ve never been

Emu birds… smell new smells…

See things we’ve never seen

And it’s all rolled up

And tied right down

So the load cannot shift…

'cause Murphy’s law’ll never fail

And things will come adrift

Down dusty roads trusty friends

Were headed without a care…

To Frangipani Bay…

Way, way up there

Now there’s more to Darcy Gollum than meets the eye…

He’s built bridges, gravel roads…

He even used to fly…

With a standcaster, kinda bashed…

Brim over the nose…

Cigarette growing on his lip…

Our leader, I suppose…

Through the mozzie net I see…

The stars are still abright…

The carpenter bird is hammerin'

…the mozzies cannot bite

I smell the coffee’s on.

Rod’s keen to catch a fish

…a big juicy baramundi

We wish… we wish… we wish!

Down dusty roads trusty friends

Were headed without a care…

To Frangipani Bay…

Way, way up there

Of course the girls are with us

They didn’t have a choice…

They’re resigned to the fact

That boys will be boys

But we wouldn’t go without 'em

And they wouldn’t stay behind…

Three good cooks with real good looks

Are very hard to find!

Down dusty roads trusty friends

Were headed without a care…

To Frangipani Bay…

Way, way up there