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This is the story of the womabt, he doesn't wear a suit or hat but for all that...
A model citizen and thorough, he spends each day inside his burrow
With moon he digs our lawn and drinks the dew of early dawn.
No bowerbird of deep thought he, reducto his philosophy,
The grass is green the other side, I feel an urge please step aside!
A tunnel, yes a tunnel, he'll dig a might tunnel.
He'll dig it deep he'll dig it wide, a testament to wombat pride!
A soldier cuts his trench for war, a miner sinks his shaft for ire
the Snowy Hydro engineer drills rock and blasts his way so clear
the wombat's lead we emulate for cavities reticulate.
In battle, gold or irrigation digging under pins our nation.
A tunnel, yes a tunnel, he'll dig a might tunnel.
He'll dig it deep he'll dig it wide, a testament to wombat pride!
In Queanbeyan he takes great pains to check our fence, inspect our drains.
And if a hole should go stray your man the wombat clears the way!
And when he's finished years of toil and shuffled off his mortal coil,
no fences in his paradise, the holy ground he'll idolise.
A tunnel, yes a tunnel, he'll dig a might tunnel.
He'll dig it deep he'll dig it wide, a testament to wombat pride!
He'll dig it deep he'll dig it wide, a testament to wombat pride!
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Curry Song
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When my sheets are so cold and your skin is so warm. I felt my mind was made up but my heart is torn. Could anyone for being so weak? Or blame you for making a fool out of me?
To the hum of your engine as you drive away; I make my resolve this won't happen again. After all of this time I can finally see I deserve so much more than you can offer me.
So no more vodka and tonic phone calls when I know that I should be asleep. No part of me is yours to keep cause my heart's not yours for the taking, my heart's not yours for the breaking.
If you think I'll come crawling back one of these nights, if you think I'll let you seduce me one last time; if you think I'll give in that I'm not that strong, let me tell you I'll love proving you wrong!
It's two in the morning and even though I'm lonely, you won't be hearing from me. It's two in the morning and even though I'm lonely, you won't get the best of me
So no more vodka and tonic phone calls when I know that I should be asleep. No part of me is yours to keep cause my heart's not yours for the taking, my heart's not yours for the breaking.
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The Rock of the North
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From the Indian Ocean floor 5000 metres to the shore, it rears its had three hundred more, the rock of Christmas Island.
We fled the war to Indonesia, cast our fortunes on the sea, salvation for two sons and me at the rock of Christmas Island.
Our hopes were dashed to see the boat. A hundred more we stared like goats; the rocky seas it scarce could float to the rock of the Christmas Island.
The gulls wheel on the empty skies my dying eyes.
Some fifty souls or ore were lost the day the Indian Ocean tossed our rotten ship against the rock, the rock of Christmas Island.
No air of freedom was my death, the salty water took my breath, my body crushed against the deck and the rock of Christmas Island.
My children swam upon the wave, my precious dreams above my grave! Though one was lost, two were saved at the rock of Christmas Island.
A hundred more were terrified they saw our bodies on the tide,
they dreamt about the way we died at the rock of Christmas Island.
So many deaths so many lies, my dreams of freedom fall and rise, the rock of hope, the rock of sighs the rock of Christmas Island
My children swam upon the wave, my precious dreams above my grave! Though one was lost, two were saved at the rock of Christmas Island.
Though one was lost, two were saved at the rock of Christmas Island.
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Oh yes they sure did warn me, those others you did wrong.
They'd line up round the block and then you'd string 'em all along.
They said beneath those eyes of blue is a heart of black,
That you'd suck me in and spit me out and never look back.
But in this moment I don't care if have to share, cause doin' wrong has never felt so right,
so I'll pretend that you'll forget all those other girls you've me, cause doin' wrong has never felt so right!
You've got five girls on speed dial, none of them me,
But I don't care if I'm number one or number twenty three.
So, go ahead, be my guest, run around and cheat and lie, just so long as I still get my piece of the pie.
Cause when I'm in your arms I've no defence against your charms, doin' wrong has never felt so right.
One kiss and I'm swayed that you've changed your cheatin' ways, doin' wrong has never felt so right!
I know that they're all out there, I know just what they say, cause when I saw you with other girls I used to say the same.
But let those others gossip, yes let those rumours fly, cause when you kiss me like you do, you kiss my cares goodbye.
One touch from your hand boy, it's more than I can stand! Doin' wrong has never felt so right.
So though the future's not so bright, at least your mine for tonight, cause doin' wrong has never felt so right!
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