I wish I was Tex Perkins, He's a killer with the ladies He's every sun kissed Aussie girls Favourite kind o' shady
Lascivious, oblivious, in his gasoline stained dacks, He waits to meet your daughter on the wrong side of the tracks
He's every high flying business womans idea of rough trade Even brainy feminists queue up to be enslaved He flings his tradesmans ladder up to your wifes balustrade He goes on like that endless road, he just keeps on getting laid
No meat and three veg suburbia for this man, if you please He is Tex Perkins, he eats, roots and leaves.