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,
My diet was damper and bully beef,
I’m a dinki-di Aussie for sure
Now I went to the class of a two up school',
Where a cockatoo watched for the law,
My teacher was a bare knuckle pugilist,
I’m a dinki-di Aussie for sure
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 inlaws can yap down my ear,
I’m often rough, rowdy and I drink a bit,
I’m the cause of that pub with no beer.
When finally I go to that other land,
A preacher man told me you see,
He said «The reception will be very warm, For dinki-di Aussies like me
But I was born in the broken down wagonette,
On a far distant Queensland cattle route
And my dummy was a rum bottle cork,
And my diet was damper and bully beef,
I’m a dinki-di Aussie no doubt
I’m a dinki-di Aussie no doubt