Wrong Moose Crocodile Hunter
Out on his porch
Waiting, drinking with the flies
Big boots, big hat, big hands
The night is set for a dangerous romance
He cleans up the barrel
As the sun set's slow
Outback, dark swamp, he doesn't know
Something dreadful is waiting down below
So you've found the crocodile hunter
Going down in the valley of death
He's in the jaws of hunger
He's going down tonight
Holding his torch
Snakes hiss in the trees
Big bad reptile, quicksand
Here comes the king of Queensland
Two having a blue
Raw struggle, only one will survive
Jaw snaps, blood sprits, limbs fly
Well the bite was quicker than the eye
So you've found the crocodile hunter
Going down in the valley of death
He's in the jaws of hunger
He's going down tonight
So you've found the crocodile hunter
Going down in the valley of death
He's in the jaws of hunger
He's going down
No partner
The hunter came a gutser
Poor old bloke
Lost all the digits, all the limbs
