I’m sitting on a man bench in the afternoon sun, packages piled high round my knees. There’s a dog here keeping me company, he’s seen it all before he knows how I feel. You left me here at half past one, an act of mercy, it’s true. Now I’m talking to the dog ‘til the setting sun reminds me I ‘m waiting for you. I woke up this morning, my legs were strong, I could work in the shed, what a beautiful day. Then you said “shopping, will you come along?” Did somebody take all the air away? You threw me in the deep end right away, said you’d’ like to try on some lingerie, There were beautiful ladies every shape and shade, tell me where’s a man supposed to rest his gaze? I hid behind a rack of underwear, it didn’t cover much, but sheltering there was a father and his son, the boy, I swear, was only fourteen, tell me, is that fair? I saw an open door, that’s a very good sign, but you put your sweet little hand in mine, your face was aglow and your eyes ashine, only eight more hours of shopping time! Then you tried on a scarf and said “Does this go with the top, you know I bought in Singapore?” I’m only a man, how the hell do I know? I said the manly thing “darling, yes, I’m sure.” I let my eyes fall on a hardware shop, But there were colours and silks galore In a tiny stall, we could not stop I prayed for coffee and half past four. I’ve been belted and buckled and bangled and bowed Backless and strapless and open-toed shoe’d, Potions and lotions and oceans of cream, Frappee’d and latte’d and tiramisu’d. The day wore on I could see no end, Like the mariner and his albatross. I felt that shopping and my arms extend, Like a ship in the story, I was lost And then on the horizon salvation dawned, A man-bench in the golden afternoon, Now I/’m talking to this dog and the setting sun, Reminds me that I’m waiting for you. Somewhere over the rainbow dreams really do come true.

Before I tells my story, if you asks me who I are, I'm the shearer from the Billybong who never called for tar: And on this first occasion I came out very strong, Stripping off the fleeces at Cuppacumbalong. Good shearing there, you bet; no man might tomahawk; For if he did, he got the sack, and from the shed might walk; Indeed a few poor fellows, their hearts it well nigh broke, When they found they could not slash along the Murrumbidgee stroke. Chorus: And it’s high, high on the high Monaro Plan Along the Murrumbidgee Valley, to Cuppacumbalong Now I'm a steady hand, and do not try to go too fast, And proved that careful shearing pays better at the last; For when well nigh a month is lost, by reason of the rain, It surely must be worth the while our rations free to gain. You know the price we got this year; 't was three and six the score; The same they got at Tuggranong : and though we tried for more, The boss held out, and in a tone that seemed by half too knowing, He said that shearers might be scarce but rather guessed it blowing. Chorus: And it’s high, high on the high Monaro Plan Along the Murrumbidgee Valley, to Cuppacumbalong Well now we've done; on Christmas-eve we finished the last cobblers, And galloped off to Queanbeyan, to take some social nobblers; I stay at Land's: so join me, mate, I'm scarcely ever out; The shearer from the Billybong is always free to shout. Chorus: And it’s high, high on the high Monaro Plan Along the Murrumbidgee Valley, to Cuppacumbalong  

You can talk of your whiskey and talk of your beer, But there's something much nicer that's waiting us here. It sits by the fire beneath the gum-tree. There's nothing quite like it - a billy of tea. So fill up your tumblers as high as you can, And don't you dare tell me it's not the best plan. You can let all your beer and your spirits go free – I'll stick to me darling old billy of tea. Well I rise in the morning before it gets light, And I go to the nosebag to see it's alright, That the ants on the sugar no mortgage have got, And straight away sling my old black billy-pot, And while it is boiling the horses I seek, And follow them down as far as the creek. I take off their hobbles and let them run free, Then haste to tuck into my billy of tea. So fill up your tumblers as high as you can, And don't you dare tell me it's not the best plan. You can let all your beer and your spirits go free – I'll stick to me darling old billy of tea. And at night when I camp, if the day has been warm, I give to my horses their tucker of corn. From the two in the pole to the one in the lead, A billy for each holds a comfortable feed. Then the fire I make and the water I get, And corned beef and damper in order I set, But I don't touch the grub, though so hungry I be – I wait till it's ready - my billy of tea!

Now I know I can calculate Pi making lunch for amore. Drinking sparkling chilled champagne out on the verandah with sorbet. So please when you are trying to remember forgotten rules (*) be chilling Memorise this I guarantee totally a number, essential but thrilling. 3 point 1 4 1 5 9 2 6 5 3 5 8 9 7 9 3 2 3 8 4 6 2 6 4 3 3 8 3 2 7 9 5 0 2 8 8 4 1 9 7 1 6 9 3 9 9 3 7 5 1 0 5 8 2 0 9 7 4 9 There’s a fine German chap called Weierstrass proved that PI’s transcendental Ramanujan’s the man with the plan and he’s a genius mental. While your Taylor and Laurent series are fine and dandy, and handy in theory Our fine Indian chum gave infinite sums with rapidly converging series. Like, ninety nine squared on root eight times sigma k nought to infinity Twenty six thousand three ninety k plus eleven oh 3 Time factorial four k on factorial k to the fourth power, Times three hundred and ninety six to the power of four k Now I know I can calculate Pi making lunch for amore. Drinking sparkling chilled champagne out on the verandah with sorbet. So please when you are trying to remember forgotten rules (*) be chilling Memorise this I guarantee totally a number, essential but thrilling. Essential, but central, Truly monumental Ratio circular Pi

On the side of a hill above the town I was born The breeze plays still, the sun shines warm. I hear your voice in the whispering air, The brush of your hair, your face in the shadows. On this day of We were just another two who held the future in our hands, Above the town where grew our tree of dreams, So many years, just yesterday it seems On this day of gold. We’d clamber here, and gaze at the town, scattered below like toys on the ground: a church, a school, the highway we knew, would take us away, away from this valley. This could be any Rocky Hill, above any country town, We were just another two who held the future in our hands, Above the town where grew our tree of dreams, So many years, just yesterday it seems. On this day of gold. I happened here that autumn day, I saw you, fair took my breath away. So much we shares, so much to chance, Lost for words, I said “will you dance?” This could be any Rocky Hill, above any country town, We were just another two who held the future in our hands, Above the town where grew our tree of dreams, So many years, just yesterday it seems. On this day of gold. As the nights grow cold In your heart hold a place for me.

Pa-doop, Dooby-do-do, be dooby-doop dooby do do There’s a pretty little dunny down behind the garage, For quiet contemplation, even play the guitar. They say the sounds of nature are good for the heart, And when the possum moved in I was happy as a lark! Pa-doop, Dooby-do-do, be dooby-doop dooby do do He lived behind a vent at the stop of the wall. A better audience, I never had at all. He never criticized if I sang or I talked But the dunny was old, he was heading for a fall!! Pa-doop, Dooby-do-do, be dooby-doop dooby do do The day came around when I opened the door, The possum and the vent were both on the floor. It was evident the resident had to be restored, My trusty towel and gloves, success was assured!! There’s a possum in the dunny and I don’t know what to do No-one’s going to save me from the possum in the loo! You can try your local member, or State Rescue, but No-one’s going to save me from the possum in the loo! Pa-doop, Dooby-do-do, be dooby-doop dooby do do I had him in the towel it was going quite well, But he grabbed the screen door, he really gave it… well He shredded that door, even I could tell I needed plan B to save the little fella! Pa-doop, Dooby-do-do, be dooby-doop dooby do do I found a long stick it was just what I needed, The top at the vent, the bottom on the seat. The possum started climbing it was working a treat, But then the sweet smell of victory turned to defeat! There’s a possum in the dunny and I don’t know what to do No-one’s going to save me from the possum in the loo! You can try your local member, or State Rescue, but No-one’s going to save me from the possum in the loo! Pa-doop, Dooby-do-do, be dooby-doop dooby do do The possum and the stock landed in the can, We were two steps back from where we began, I opened the door and the possum ran, Will he ever forgive this ingenious man? There’s a possum in the dunny and I don’t know what to do No-one’s going to save me from the possum in the loo! You can try your local member, or State Rescue, but No-one’s going to save me from the possum in the looby doo doo!  

I’m a swimming, in a drop of blood. You pray to heaven but it does you no good. For I am tiny, but I am strong, There’s a million more and we’ll sing along. Ebola, ebola, ebola, ebola. In Africa, I was born: The C’ȏte d-Ivoire, Sierra Leone. I think I might like to see the world, So I hitch a ride on a boy or a girl. Ebola, ebola, ebola, ebola. Well nobody likes me hanging around. I come to the party and they all fall down. Now Uncle Sam, he wants to spoil my fun, Cause the war on ebola has just begun. Ebola, ebola, ebola, ebola, Ebola, ebola, ebola, ebola. Well you have your troubles and I have mine, I think I’ll runionto the bush and hide. I’ll wait for a while til the fuss dies down, Then me and my cousins we will all return Ebola, ebola, ebola, ebola Ebola, ebola, ebola, ebola Ebola, ebola, ebola, ebo-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-la

Three brothers we came to this town, fortune to find. We older two went underground, the younger to melt iron. All day we dug we dug the precious coal, to melt iron. The gas and dust filled lungs and soul, The rumbling filled our minds. Leave it in the ground, let it lie. Leave it in the ground, let it lie. The mine came down, the earth that day shook like a dog. It breathed its last, we watched and prayed through dust like fog. Two brothers now live in this town, beneath that hill. We can’t forget that awful sound, it echoes still. Leave it in the ground, let it lie. Leave it in the ground, let it lie. They say that so the world might live, coal must stay down. Its secret, with my brother’s grave, lie under ground. Leave it in the ground, let it lie. Leave it in the ground, let it lie. Leave him in the ground, let him lie. Leave him in the ground, let him lie.

Oh, wild and furious blew the blast And the clouds were hanging round When the Dandenong from Melbourne sailed For Newcastle port was bound With eighty-three poor souls on board Through the storm she cleaved her way And it's sad to relate of the terrible fate 'Twas just off Jervis Bay While steaming through the briny waves Her propellor shaft gave way And the waters they came rushing in Which filled them with dismay. All hands on board did all they could, Till at length all hope was gone, And they hoisted a signal of distress On board of the Dandenong. It was not long until a barque, A brisk and lively crew, Came bearing down and the Captain said "We'll see what we can do!" Came bearing down with might and main, In spite of wind or wave. They did all they could as Christians would Those precious lives to save. While some, in boats, they tried to reach That kind and friendly barque. And numbers of their lives were saved, And then the night came on pitch dark. What mortal man then could do more When the storm increased on strong. And the rest now sleep in the briny deep Along with the Dandenong. And the rest now sleep in the briny deep Along with the Dandenong.  

Starsky rules the roost in East Queanbeyan, The cock of the walk, the governor’s right hand, Though Starsky is a lady chook you have to understand, This chicken is no pussy, Starsky is The Man!! When danger comes a-calling and the creatures cower in fear, The other creatures run into the bush and disappear, The dogs discover bravery isn’t their career, Who will be our hero, our dashing cavalier?? Whose praises do we sing, to shelter ‘neath her wings? Who will stop the plunder? Starsky, the chicken wonder!! Well Mrs Brown came into town looking for some kill. The father of the mice was making out his will. The undertaker’s wondering where to send the bill, But Starsky held her snake eyes, her gaze so strong and still. Well Mrs Brown struck first. We feared a fatal end, But her blow struck off the feathers, she had no more to spend. Then Starsky’s beak flashed out, her family to defend, And Mrs Brown went underground, thanks to our fearless friend. Whose praises do we sing, to shelter ‘neath her wings? Who will stop the plunder? Starsky, the chicken wonder!! Her eyes that flash like lightning! Her aspect so frightening! With a beak of thunder, Starsky the chicken wonder. Now Ellie is the dog next door, she’s beautiful and blonde. She thought she’d chase the chickens to see how they’d respond. But Starsky knew she had to teach that puppy right from wrong. A rush of fur and feathers, that girl will stray no longer. So whenever I feel lonely, or people seem unkind, I think upon those glory days I thought they’d never end. The courage of that chicken is a beacon from the past, Her light still blazes brightly, I still remember Starsky! Whose praises do we sing, to shelter ‘neath her wings? Who will stop the plunder? Starsky, the chicken wonder!! Starsky, the chicken wonder!!

I was born a circus bear, I loved the crows to hear them roar But in my hearty I knew that there was more! I’d run away, become a ranger, and study hard, I’d go to school, I’d rescue baby bears from danger too. One stormy night I saw a sign “recruiting bears to watch in trees, no matter if the weather rain or freeze.” Next morning while the circus slept, I packed my bag, it seemed so small. I hugged my friends and crept away to call “Kenny Koala, Kenny Koala!” Recruiting now! Who are we, who are we, who are we? We’re bears of the King’s Highway. We watch by night and day. We’re proud to say that we’re the band Who guard the road throughout the land. Beneath the trees, where nobody sees, we tramped and trekked we climbed and crawled, We trained until our aching bones were sore! We’re bears of every walk and station, black and brown, the young and old, We’re eager to defend the nations’ roads. From Bateman’s Bay to Bungendore, Mullewa to Mingenew, there’s bears and there’s the odd gorilla too! When day is done, I pack my dilly, shimmy down without a care I tramp away and boil a billy where? Pooh Corner, Pooh Corner, for scones and tea. Who are we, who are we, who are we? We’re bears of the King’s Highway. We watch by night and day. We’re proud to say that we’re the band Who guard the road throughout the land. Who are we, who are we, who are we? We’re bears of the King’s Highway. We watch by night and day. We’re proud to say that we’re the band Who guard the road throughout the land.

In a Western Suburbs caf they sell chickos and battered savs, there’s a Sheila who’s serving there, she got auburn hair and she daydreams of Romeo. She’s a bottler, she’s a corker, she’s Fiona the owner’s daughter. All the locals try to court her but she’s cautious like her taught her! They haven’t caught her Young Kevin who thinks she’s sweet tells his mate that he’s too shy to meet. He says “go sweep her off her feet, take her out for a treat. Take her to the theatre Shakespeare.” But the poor bloke’s stony broke. So his mate says “That’s OK Find a song you can croak and an instrument to play, next Friday, at the café.” So, down to the op shop they go, dress him up like Romeo, but a thing that looks like a lute. Kevin plays the flute. “I’ll sound like a galoot when I play.” But he practises night and day, ready for the fray in the cafe. Come Friday he slicks down his hair, and dossed out just like a mug lair, saunters in with a nonchalant air, sees his lady fair, strikes a posed and serenades her. Behind a pillar. The customers hear him play. They say “He’s OK in his way.” They say. But the cove goes on and one, and he only knows one song. So the owners think before long Fiona must respond or a customer could turn killer, Like Godzilla, or Atilla! He puts some coins in her fist “Give him this, tell him to desist! Put us out of our misery, if you don’t he’ll be history, no mystery. They survive The Tempest that day and “All’s well that ends well” they say. Now young Kevin has cash to pay, takes her out to the play and their romance was made everlasting. Everlasting Everlasting.

Chorus: Hip hip hooray hip hooray for Light Rail It’s the right way to sail into Town People will stare at our elegance and flare As we proffer a wave or a frown! Don’t delay by your ticket today, Sweep your troubles away, As you feel the euphoria of approaching emporia Hop onto Light Rail today! You can leave your velocipede or horseless carriage, You only need shanks’ pony it’s the perfect marriage Of ingenious invention and convenience, did I mention? The congenial extention to Light Rail! Where charming Belcommoners And struggling Tuggeranomerers Rub shoulders with the gentry, diplomatic, Parliamentary The best in Weston Creek and Woden will be proud to say they rode in This splendid installation, the wonder of our Nation! Chorus: Hip hip hooray hip hooray for Light Rail It’s the right way to sail into Town People will stare at our elegance and flare As we proffer a wave or a frown! Don’t delay by your ticket today, Sweep your troubles away, To the throbbing metropolis, clutching your shopping list, Hop onto Light Rail today! Greenegians and Kaleeno’s and Fordic Gungahlino’s Oaks folk, God only know, even Queanbeyano’s Molonglish, Amaroovians, O’Duffy’s, Stromlovians, Canberrazi will be flocking to Light Rail! De Melba’s and Hackettites, Symonsterners and Evattites, Lyonsters, O’Malleyans, Kambaneesi and Chifleyans, Cookies and Dunlopians, Chapmaniacs, Banksians, There may even be a station for the Jerrambomination! Chorus: Hip hip hooray hip hooray for Light Rail It’s the right way to sail into Town People will stare at our elegance and flare As we proffer a wave or a frown! Don’t delay by your ticket today, Sweep your troubles away, We’ll soar o’er pedestrian concerns and silly questions, Feel the euphoria of approaching emporia! (To the) throbbing metropolis, clutching your shopping list, All aboard, Light Rail today!  

It started with a raindrop in a cold winter sky. It started with a dew drop like a twinkle of an eye. It’s only a dew drop caught in a spider’s dream, That dew drop becomes a trickle, and the trickle a stream. We are a river, rolling to the sea. A deep, mighty river, flowing swift and deep From the mountain to the valley, through the desert running free, We are a river, you and me. A speck of gold in the black river sand; A splash of colour in the wash of a pan; A stolen shard of sunlight in an old miner’s hand; That gold became a fever and it rolled through the land. We are a river, rolling to the sea. A deep, mighty river, flowing swift and deep From the mountain to the valley, through the desert running free, We are a river, you and me. A cry of a lamb on the cold high plain; A first bale of wool on the old ox train; A handful of farmers praying for some rain; Their dream became a story, the story of our land. We are a river, rolling to the sea. A deep, mighty river, flowing swift and deep From the mountain to the valley, through the desert running free, We are a river, We are a river, River, you and me.

I’ve slept out under western skies, watched the wattle morning rise, Shared the laughter in your eyes, the strength within your heart. I came to make your stories mine, learned a little every time, But every journey has a line that leads back to the start. Until I see you all again, I wish you lives untouched by pain, A bumper wool clip for the shearing floor, fields of ripened grain May life be sweet and love be kind, and may your heart be linked to mine, Until we meet again, somewhere down the line! From Broome to Bourke and back again, Castle Hill to Castlemaine, Mungindi to Moulemein, down corrugated tracks, Through tiny towns with might names, nickel mines to opal claims Til swept on like the summer flames, this road has led me back. Until I see you all again, I wish you lives untouched by pain, A bumper wool clip for the shearing floor, fields of ripened grain May life be sweet and love be kind, and may your heart be linked to mine, Until we meet again, somewhere down the line! Waving fields of Queensland cane, the Daintree forest washed with rain, The white sea sands and black soil plain, the Southern Ocean flecked with foam The stars out on the Birdsville Track, the winter snows of Crackenback, These are the things that form a part, a heritage of every heart For everyone who ever called this country home! Until I see you all again, I wish you lives untouched by pain, A bumper wool clip for the shearing floor, fields of ripened grain May life be sweet and love be kind, and may your heart be linked to mine, Until we meet again, somewhere down the line! Until we meet again, somewhere down the line!