Santa Outback

We got it a little different for Santa Claus down 'ere
Jumps between our waterin' 'oles yer'd surely need a beer

We gives him to the flyin' doc an' 'e's on 'is merry way
We don't have no snowflakes 'ere she's 'ot on Christmas Day

It's ruddy 'ot, an' sure as not, yer gonna need a beer
When Santa's dumped 'is pressies, 'es gonna 'ave one 'ere

The kids out back 'ave got the knack they 'ear the plane in flight
And duck out grab 'is duffle bag, them's their pressies, right?

Blue ducks out to the thunda box and grabs 'is tucker bag
He gives ol' Sant' a battered sav and a Fossies can, the dag

It seems a silly thing to do, a silly thing a first
But that Santa suit so ruddy 'ot he's gotta ava thirst

He quoffs it down in seconds flat, that good ol' Santa 'joe'
Think how drunk he's gonna be, when done with this ruddy

Author notes
Oi' ridgie didge down 'ere mate, she's ruddy 'ot Chrissy Day an' that's fair dinkum. Ask the poor ol' codger mate. Oi' an' while I got yer 'ere ava a good Chrissy aw right? See yers afta the hols. Your mate, The Big Bloke, from down under (ohr an' me missus she says g'day an Merry Crissy as well) She'll be jake mate.

 

This song was written in Perth, Western Australia, in 1960. Rolf was working at a television station with an American named John D Brown and, thinking it was crazy to be singing Christmas songs about snow and ice when the temperature was around 100 degrees Farenheit, they wrote this song.

Six White Boomers

Early on one Christmas Day, a Joey Kanga-roo
Was far from home and lost in a great big zoo
Mummy, where's my mummy, they've taken her a-way
We'll help you find your mummy son, hop on the sleigh

Up beside the bag of toys, little Joey hopped
But they had'nt gone far when Santa stopped
Un-harnessed all the reindeer and Joey wondered why
Then he heard a far off booming in the sky

Six white boomers, snow white boomers
Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun
Six white boomers, snow white boomers
.. On his Aus-tra-lian run

Pretty soon old Santa began to feel the heat
Took his fur-lined boots off to cool his feet
Into one popped Joey, feeling quite OK
While those old man kangaroos kept pulling on the sleigh

Joey said to Santa, Santa, what about the toys
Aren't you giving some to these girls and boys
They've all got their presents son, we were here last night
This trip is an extra trip, Joey's special flight

Soon the sleigh was flashing past, right over Marble Bar
Slow down there, cried Santa, it can't be far
Come up on my lap son, and have a look around
There she is, that's mummy, bounding up and down

Well that's the bestest Christmas treat that Joey ever had
Curled up in mother's pouch all snug and glad
The last they saw was Santa headed northward from the sun
The only year the boomers worked a double run

 

Rolf Harris - Six White Boomers

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