Here, at last, decades after its composition, the Australian answer to the Kris Kristofferson classic. Yes, it's a corny travesty, just what you want in a parody. The author, as hearsay has it, was one Lee Williams ( whoever he or she was). It emerged in the 70s. Everybody's recollection of it is vague. There are several variations, but this, as best I can gather, was close to the original:

ME AND CHERYL McGRAW
1. Busted flat in Woollongong, waiting for a bus
Feeling just as daggy as me jeans
Sheryl thumbed a Holden down, riddled full of rust
Took us all the way to Narrabeen.
I took my digeridoo out of my Penrith Panthers T-shirt
And was blowing hard while Sheryl combed her hair,
With the windscreen wipers flapping time,
I got stuck on the 14th line
Of the nineteenth verse of Advance Australia Fair

Chorus:
Freedom’s just another word for bein’ unemployed
A dollar’s not worth nothin any more
Feelin good was easy, mate, with a stubby in yer hand
Feelin good was good enough for sure
As long as I was feelin’ Sheryl McGraw

2.From the coalmines of Port Kembla to the sunny Bondi shores
Sheryl shared me Chiko rolls and prawns.
Standing right beside me lord, sometimes on me foot
Playing merry havoc with me corns.
But somewhere near Maroubra lord, I let her slip away,
With a long-haired commie poofter from Balmain.
I'd trade all my tomorrows and my Shane Gould autograph
For another night with Sheryl’s sister Jane.