Slim Dusty Dinki-di Aussie
I was born in a broken down wagonette,
On a far distant Queensland cattle route,
And my shawl was a dusty old saddle cloth,
I'm a dinki-di Aussie no doubt!
I was raised on the milk of a kangaroo,
And my dummy was a rum bottle cork,
And my diet was damper and bully beef,
I'm a dinki-di Aussie called Stork!
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Oh that’s the sound we all like
Way down here.
Now I went to the class of a two-up school',
Where a cockatoo watched for the law,
And my teacher was a bare knuckle pugilist,
I'm a dinki-di Aussie for sure!
Now I work in the country for many months,
And some people say that I'm queer,
With a fat cheque I head for the nearest town,
And I bust it on horses and beer.
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I'm allergic to red tape and relations,
No in-laws can yap down my ear,
Oh, I'm often rough, rowdy and I drink a bit,
I'm the cause of that pub with no beer.
Then finally I go to that other land,
A preacher once told me "It's true",
Oh, he said "The reception would be very warm,
To dinki-di Aussies like you."
‘Cause I was born in a broken down wagonette,
And my dummy was a rum bottle cork,
And my diet was damper and bully beef,
I'm a dinki-di Aussie called Stork!
I'm a dinki-di Aussie called Stork!
