Just stand ing around
demining my business when suddenly
In the silence the crack of a tweak
and I was aware of their company
A glance at their pants
I was out of my trance and away I flew
But what can a poor roo do?
Whoops!
Ha ha ha, you missed!
But that was a little too close
for comfort lads,
they're starting to hem me in
Still the slightly superior
speed I've got
and the highly superior spring
It's a won derful sense of freedom
and a bubbling urge to sing.
Ooh! They got me!
Oh!
So they shoved me in a wagon
that reminded me of Mum.
And I snuggled there
without a care about things to come.
I'll leave it to my cobbers
who are still out there in the sun.
They can twist and run.
It's getting a little too close for comfort,
lads.
You'd better get up and go.
The highly superior speed you've got
makes everything else look slow
Still it wouldn't do to be
caught by the CSIRO
By George they've got him,
by George they've got him
I say you there,
release that kangaroo there
You know Australia is
an impossible place
for a self -respecting kangaroo to live in
It's a **** disgrace
Well they say it's the thrill of the chase
but then they're a dreadful race
Oh, yes, indeed.
A shocking bunch of chaps
altogether.
I mean, what could you do with them,
one way or another?