I've Been Everywhere

Lucky Starr

 

Well, I was humpin' my bluey on the dusty Oodnadatta road,

When along came a semi with a high and canvas-covered load.

(Spoken) "If you're goin' to Oodnadatta, mate, um, with me you can ride."

So I climbed in the cabin and I settled down inside.

He asked me if I'd seen a road with so much dust and sand, I said

"Listen, mate, I've travelled ev'ry road in this here land."

 

Chorus:

Cos I've been everywhere, man, I've been everywhere, man.

'Cross the deserts bare, man; I've breathed the mountain air, man.

Of travel I've had my share, man. I've been ev'rywhere.

 

Been to Tullamore, Seymour, Lismore, Mooloolaba,

Nambour, Maroochydore, Kilmore, Murwillumbah,

Birdsville, Emmaville, Wallaville, Cunnamulla,

Condamine, Strathpine, Proserpine, Ulladulla,

Darwin, Gin Gin, Deniliquin, Muckadilla,

Wallumbilla, Boggabilla, Kumbarilla, I'm a killer.

 

Chorus

 

I've been to Moree, Taree, Jerilderie, Bambaroo,

Toowoomba, Gunnedah, Caringbah, Woolloomooloo,

Dalveen, Tamborine, Engadine, Jindabyne,

Lithgow, Casino, Brigalow and Narromine,

Megalong, Wyong, Tuggerawong, Wanganella,

Morella, Augathella, Brindabella, I'm the feller. Chorus

 

I've been to Wollongong, Geelong, Kurrajong, Mullumbimby,

Mittagong, Molong, Grong Grong, Goondiwindi,

Yarra Yarra, Boroondara, Wallangarra, Turramurra,

Boggabri, Gundagai, Narrabri, Tibooburra,

Gulgong, Adelong, Billabong, Cabramatta,

Parramatta, Wangaratta*, Coolangatta, what's it matter?

 

Chorus

 

I've been to Ettalong, Dandenong, Woodenbong, Ballarat,

Canberra, Milperra, Unanderra, Captain's Flat,

Cloncurry, River Murray, Kurri Kurri, Girraween,

Terrigal, Fingal, Stockinbingal, Collaroy and Narrabeen,

Bendigo, Dorrigo, Bangalow, Indooroopilly,

Kirribilli, Yeerongpilly, Wollondilly, don't be silly.

 

Chorus

 

I've been here, there, ev'rywhere, I've been ev'rywhere.

 

 

 

Does your chewing gum lose its flavour on the bedpost overnight?

Lonnie Donegan

 

Oh-me, oh-my, oh-you, whatever shall I do?

Hallelujah, the question is peculiar

I'd give a lot of dough if only I could know

The answer to my question: Is it yes or is it no?

 

Chorus:

Does your chewing gum lose its flavour on the bedpost overnight?

If your mother says don't chew it do you swallow it in spite?

Can you catch it on your tonsils, can you heave it left and right?

Does your chewing gum lose its flavour on the bedpost overnight?

 

Here comes a blushing bride. The groom is by her side.

Up to the altar, just as steady as Gibraltar.

Why, the groom has got the ring and it's such a pretty thing

But as he slips it on her finger the choir begins to sing

 

Chorus

 

Now the nation rise is one to send their only son

Up to the White House, yes, the nation's only White House,

To voice their discontent unto the President,

They pawn the burning question what has swept this continent:

 

Chorus

 

On the bedpost overnight

 

 

The Pub With No Beer

Slim Dusty

 

It's lonesome away from your kindred and all,

By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call,

But there's nothing so lonesome, so dull or so drear,

Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer.

 

Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come,

There's a faraway look on the face of the bum,

The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer,

What a terrible place is a pub with no beer.

 

The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat,

He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat,

But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer,

When the barman says suddenly: "The pub's got no beer!"

 

There's a dog on the veranda, for his master he waits,

But the boss is inside, drinking wine with his mates,

He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear.

It's no place for a dog, round a pub with no beer.

 

Old Billy, the blacksmith, for the first time in his life,

Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife,

He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, my dear"

Then he breaks down and he tells her , that the pub's got no beer

 

Oh, it's lonesome away from your kindred and all,

By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call,

But there's nothing so lonesome, so dull or so drear,

Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer.