Oh ohhhhh I come from plurry Queensland and my name is
Paddy Gramp
Work out on cattle station longa white man mustering
camp
I chase and throw the scrubber bull, ride buckjump
horse for sport
This ringer job I learn'em well when knee high to a
quart
Ten day alonga week I work and sometime longa still
Boss say I catch'em overtime when government pass the
bill
There's sand mixed longa flour and my meat left longa
bone
When damper cooked to me he taste all same alonga
grindstone
Oh ohhhhh in wintertime one blanket job all night
alonga freeze up
Maybe bullock jump the rush and Paddy get the breeze up
Old packhorse cook he all time growl but me still none
the wiser
Policeman catch him plurry quick alonga breathalyser
Head stockman boss I tell ‘im quick I pullout longa
station
Go walkabout alonga creek once more with all the
‘laitions
Boss take me to his office then and this is what he say
Oh I'll read your statement Paddy, before you get your
pay
Ohhhhh ohhhh there's a pound of black terbaccer and a
shirt and trouser set
A pair of boots you never got and a hat you didn't get
There's a stockwhip and a quartpot, what you didn't get
you spent
And of course there's our commission roughly 25 percent
There's a dozen stubby bottles, let me see that's 24
And the refund on the empties means you're down a few
cents more
There's sales tax plus the duty and the freight we
multiply
There's your cheque a dollar fifty cost of living
getting high
Oh so there you have it Paddy wrote down in black and
white
But I'd like you just to check it and convince yourself
its right
Oh then I knocks the slab right out of the old Kentucky
home you know
I say to him "It looks alright to me boss I call back
through the door
I been selling clean skin mickeys for the last 12
months or more"
