Simpson Desert - John Williamson

We’re headin' for the Simpson Desert, my good ol' mates and me

Lots of plans, and pots and pans, and a billie for billie tea

We gonna catch some yabbies, they’re yummy and they’re free

Tiggles calls 'em craw-bobs, but it’s all the same to me

We’re headin' for the Simpson Desert, there’s no need to speed

But we won’t dilly-dally with everything we need

'Cause high rock and sand dunes and dodgin' kangaroos

We’ll pump, dig, jump, start, or winch each other through

Yeah, we’re headin' for the Simpson Desert, the girls are with us too

They will come in handy, to make an Irish stew

Ya gotta keep 'em laughing, I reckon that’s the case

A happy wife is a happy life, no argument from me

Yeah, we’re headin' for Ethabuka, away from Finch’s Line

Underneath the cooler, around the beach and fire

I’m gonna touch the stars and I’m gonna touch the moon

And I’ll grab a cup of Milky Way, and I’ll eat it with a spoon

Now, I find it very difficult to drink this Miller, see

I’m gonna have to find a way to finish off this thing

It’s all very well for Mick, he’s sinking down a few

Mate is pouring wine, so the girls are giggling too

No, I don’t know how to finish it, I’ll bugger it if I do

There’s a thousand persons you could write them to

You gotta make the words flow, near enough, I do

If you snuff up the rhythm, you’ll be thrown in the billabong

And everyone will go to bed (Aww)