If you head west, beyond the
Darling, near the corner country of
New
South
Wales,
You'll know you've
struck the real
Australia
When your wheels hit the
Wanaaring
Road
There's roos and pigs by the dozen
An d every night they lie and wait
They'll gladly cause some
extra damage
Compliments of the
Winniring
Road
If you head west beyond the
Dally
Near the quarter country of
New
South
Wales
You'll know you've struck the real
Australia
When your wheels hit the
Wanaaring
Road
Old
Bob
McLeod's been driving road trains
From dusty stations all out that way
He's got bad teeth,
cause all his fillings have raffled loose on the
Wanari
Road.
If you head west beyond the
Darling, near the corner country of
New
South
Wales,
You'll know you've struck the real
Australia
When your whale's
hit the
Wanaring
Road
Oh, when a ringless named
Nancy
Blacker was ten months gone
When
Labour came, the boy was born
In the family falcon,
delivered by the
Wanaaring
If you head west, beyond the
Darling, near the corner country of
New
South
Wales, you'll
know you've struck the real
Australia
When your wheels hit the
Winari
Road, there's
There's only one,
Qunari
Road
We can't do it, we can't do it, we can't do