“If the pressure of life has got you down And you want a little rest from your home town Well I know a place that’ll really suit It’s a little old pub called the Wobbly Boot.
In the cool beer garden with a grapevine roof Where the atmosphere is tension proof You never will find another substitute For peace of mind like the Wobbly Boot.
In the town of Boggabilla by the Macintyre River Where the ducks are plenty and the fishing’s beaut Come and wallow in the leisure of the ease and pleasure Cos time means happy at the Wobbly Boot.
If it’s rodeo time when you arrive, that little old town really comes alive And when the day is done and they close the chute Well they buck them all again in the Wobbly Boot When the sleeper cutters come in from the scrub For inspection day they go to the pub When the timbers passed and they draw their loot Well they cut the biggest tallies in the Wobbly Boot.
In the town of Boggabilla by the Macintyre River Where the ducks are plenty and the fishing’s beaut Come and wallow in the leisure of the ease and pleasure Cos time means happy at the Wobbly Boot.
In a fine display there are trophies galore For boxing and darts on the bar room wall The locals are proud, cause there’s no dispute The proof is there in the Wobbly Boot.
So pack your bags and your fishing gear Come on out and we’ll greet you here And we’ll raise our glasses in a grand salute To big Glen Bryant and the Wobbly Boot.
In the town of Boggabilla by the Macintyre River Where the ducks are plenty and the fishing’s beaut Come and wallow in the leisure of the ease and pleasure Cos time means happy at the Wobbly Boot Oh time means freedom at the Wobbly Boot Yeah time means livin’ at the Wobbly Boot.”