Have you heeded Brophy's call
Have you cheered the local challengers
and joined the crushing throng?
See you'll last the distance
as Mandingo rings the gong.
There's a string of bare bulbs
hanging between two splintered poles.
The ring's a tarp laid on the dirt,
the tent is full of holes
and there's one almighty din
When Brophy blows a whistle and cries,
Put the gloves on, any comers,
Brophy's Boxing Tent's in town
Come and drop the Birdsville Mauler
or knock Gentle Jim around
Have a bout with Old Man Dingo,
watch them duck and jab and swerve
Put the gloves on and he comers,
it's Brophy's Boxing Troupe
The first of the contenders
White lightning came out swinging
and the loc al took it hard
he was lacking in technique
And was finished with a right
that knocked him clear in
Then in fairly quick succession,
three more locals took the dive
Till a solid bloke called Rory
brought the seething crowd alive
with a repertoire de verse
And the crowd went into orbit
Put the gloves on, any comers,
broke his boxing tents in town
Come and chop the Birdsville mauler
Have a bout with Old Man Dingo,
watch them duck and jab and swoop
Put the gloves on and he covers,
it's Brookie's Boxing Troupe
Peter said he was from Pentridge,
he said, I've got naught to lose
He was ninety miles from Soba,
and had nu merous tattoos
He started with some promise,
but he lost the plot from there
And he finished bruised and bloodied,
looking somewhat worse for wear
The undisputed wooden spooner,
Was the scrawny bloke from Melbourne
with the long protruding nose
Half around with Afro Savage,
and he knew that he was beast
And I doubt that Afro's ever
Put the gloves on and he covers
Brophy's boxing tents in town
Come and drop the Birdsville mauler
Have a bout with old man Dingo,
watch them duck and jab and swoop
Put the gloves on and he covers,
it's Brophy's Boxing Troop
Next morning Fred was pretty dark,
some yobbers flogged me drum
The lads were somewhat ragged
from an evening on the rum
But Brophy's boys and family
struck camp and stowed the gear
Leaving bruised and battered locals
hoping they'll be back next year
Come and drop the bird's velm
on a roan of gentle Jim around
Have a bout with old man Dingo,
watch them duck and jab and swoop
Put the gloves on, any comers,
it's broofies, boxing troupe
Put the gloves on, any comers,
it's broofies, boxing troupe
