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Thread #168402 Message #4075453
Posted By: Stewie
13-Oct-20 - 09:15 PM
Thread Name: Mudcat Australia-New Zealand Songbook
Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
THE MAYOR OF PARABURDOO (J.Wain/R.Montgomery)
I would have to blame the missus For the reason I got caught 'Cos we wintered up in England Through a raffle she had bought We had seen most of the places And were ready to shoot through But I was tonguing for a tinnier Like we have in Paraburdoo
So I'm standing in a London pub When this joke stands by me And I can tell by his expression That he'd like some company When ya drinking in strange places Ya sometimes shoot a line or two So I hits him with a beauty 'I'm the mayor of Paraburdoo'
He sounded posh and proper When he said, 'By jove, that's nice' So I thinks, the mug's a pommy Won't know wheat from bloody rice I'll dish him up some bull-o He wouldn't have a bloody clue 'I'm a cocky and my station's On the plains of Paraburdoo'
I thought that that would rock him But he asked me, 'Stock or sheep?' 'Naw, I'm keeping bloody goannas And we milk them once a week Ya must have heard of goanna oil And about the good they do Keeping white ants out of jumbo jets That land in Paraburdoo'
No, he said, he hadn't heard it As he handed me a drink So I tells him, 'Not to worry It was scarcer than you think Soon we'll start the season shearing I've forty thousand jack-a-roo Grazing out upon the alpine slopes Just above from Paraburdoo'
'Forty thousand, why that's amazing But I find it hard to guess Will you use the wide combs and cutters With a cradle and a press?' 'Naw, shearing jack-o's them are different For their legs are only two Which makes the crutching harder In the sheds at Parabadoo'
Then I thought I'd better lay off Try and think of some grand thing To praise this flamin' ice-block They call the Mother Land I says, 'Ya beer is bloody lousy For you get a bonza brew Drinking H.I. Export Lager When it's made in Paraburdoo'
'Oh', he said, 'I'm not a pommy And I hope I've not misled But I come from bally Melbourne Where the woolly bunyip's bred Like you, I'm just a farmer Growing something I find nice Easter eggs on my selection Down south from Mount Tom Price
Words: S.J. (Jack) Wain, Paraburdoo, WA. Tune: Roger Montgomery.