Paul F. McCann

TINNIES IN THE HAND

You’ll hear the kookaburras giggle,
see the frill neck lizards wriggle
in the outback of never-never land,
but if you see a wallaby, chase a dingo up a tree,
it’s time to get yourself a tinnie in the hand.

We’re holding tinnies in the hand
in this never-never land
and everyone likes lying in the sun,
it’s the culture here in Oz cause all the sheilas love the boys
and all the boys only want to have some fun.

We’re a weird mob mate, but she’ll be right
down here in never-never land
with me old china plate there’ll be no worries mate,
as long as we’ve tinnies in the hand

We’ll rope a crazy crocodile,
throw a boomerang half a mile
in the outback never-never land,
but when we hear a kangaroo play the didgeridoo,
it’s time to get ourselves a tinnie in the hand

Walking down a beaten track,
with hitching bush flies on your back
in the outback of never-never land
but when you see the waratahs flying high like pink galahs
it’s time to get yourself a tinnie in the hand.

We’re a weird mob mate, but she’ll be right
down here in never-never land
with me old china plate there’ll be no worries mate,
as long as we’ve tinnies in the hand

We’re holding tinnies in the hand
in this never-never land
and everyone likes lying in the sun,
it’s the culture here in Oz cause all the sheilas love the boys
and all the boys only want to have some fun.