If you're ever in some outback pub late on a Saturday night
Here's a tale the cobbers all tell 'bout a bull who loved to fight.
Like Robin Hood, Billy the Kid, Frank and Jesse James,
His fancy turned to robbin', Ned Kelly was his name.

So Here's to old Ned Kelly and his suit of armor plate,
Swallowed up by progress just in time to be too late.

But robbin' was rough and Ned had enough catchin' bullets with his skin
So his mother and his brother and his sister, Kate
Made him a suit of tin.
With his mother and his brother and his sister, Kate
They made a rowdy gang,
Pitchin' pokes in every bloke that rode on the Melbourne train.

So here's to old Ned Kelly and his suit of armor plate,
Swallowed up by progress just in time to be too late.
(You're too late, Ned!)

Yes, takin' from the rich and givin' to the poor
was old Ned Kelly's game;
His reward was a prison yard and a rope that bore his name.

So here's to old Ned Kelly and his suit of armor plate,
Swallowed up by progress just in time to be too late.