Oh ohhhhh I come from plurry Queensland and my name is Paddy Gramp Work out on cattle station longa white man mustering camp I chase and throw the scrubber bull, ride buckjump horse for sport This ringer job I learn'em well when knee high to a quart
Ten day alonga week I work and sometime longa still Boss say I catch'em overtime when government pass the bill There's sand mixed longa flour and my meat left longa bone When damper cooked to me he taste all same alonga grindstone
Oh ohhhhh in wintertime one blanket job all night alonga freeze up Maybe bullock jump the rush and Paddy get the breeze up Old packhorse cook he all time growl but me still none the wiser Policeman catch him plurry quick alonga breathalyser
Head stockman boss I tell 'im quick I pullout longa station Go walkabout alonga creek once more with all the 'laitions Boss take me to his office then and this is what he say Oh I'll read your statement Paddy, before you get your pay
Ohhhhh ohhhh there's a pound of black terbaccer and a shirt and trouser set A pair of boots you never got and a hat you didn't get There's a stockwhip and a quartpot, what you didn't get you spent And of course there's our commission roughly 25%
There's a dozen stubby bottles, let me see that's 24 And the refund on the empties means you're down a few cents more There's sales tax plus the duty and the freight we multiply There's your cheque a dollar fifty cost of living getting high
Oh so there you have it Paddy wrote down in black and white But I'd like you just to check it and convince yourself its right Oh then I knocks the slab right out of the old Kentucky home you know I say to him "It looks alright to me boss I call back through the door I been selling clean skin mickeys for the last 12 months or more".