SONG OF THE AUSTRALIAN OUTLAW (Words by Barry Took & Marty Feldman)
Once long ago in the shade of a goolie bush Toasting his splod in the faggot's gleam Rested a ganderman, a knobbling at his woggling iron And stuffing a sheep in the old mill stream.
Then up come the troopers and hung him by the billabong They twisted his woggling irons, 1-2-3 Now his ghost sits and moans as it grunges in his gander can Who'll come a-woggling his jumbuck with me