No doubt you've heard of droving trips across the 
Murringai,
And how they brought the bullocks down in the good old 
days gone bye,
But the greatest droving episode that any man has made,
Was 30,000 crocodiles from the Gulf to Adelaide.

Oh I never saw the likes of them that mob of 
crocodiles,
Thirty footers every one strung out for thirty miles
Three days it took to start 'em off, three days to 
straighten em' up,
Three days we travelled southward, three days to block 
'em up.

They were long and mean and cranky, they had teeth like 
cross cut saws,
When passin' though some timber, just to exercise their 
jaws,
They churned out hardwood posts one foot through by 
seven tall,
All stacked up by the stock route, barked an' sapped 
an' all.

Oh they had a normal appetite as lizards really should,
And everything in hair or hide was considered very 
good,
The first day out from Normanton we missed the 
jackaroo,
But then, blow me down, the horses went, an' the old 
blue heeler too.

And the last we saw of Goanna Bob, horse tailer of 
repute,
He was headin' toward the rabbit proof with a big croc 
in pursuit,
When drifting down the Flinders, they cracked on a bit 
of pace,
Oh they took a mob of bullocks and never left a trace..

Oh I've been up and down these stock routes now for 20 
years or more,
But I've never seen a travellin' mob the likes of this 
before,
By Saltbush plains and Gidgee rise down 'long the old 
Georgina,
The snapped an' snarled and pawed all day, they were 
slowly gettin' meaner.

They didn't like the spinifex a ticklin' their ol' 
hides
And with water gettin' far apart, the tears came to 
their eyes,
Now you've heard of crocodile tears but you wouldn't 
know the meanin',
Oh with 30,000 sheddin' tears, Oh seein' is believin'.

There was water in the gullies, there was water in the 
creeks,
And the old Georgina River runnin' belly deep for 
weeks,
For it was our great salvation for upon that flood of 
tears,
We sailed 'em down past Lake Eyre on the biggest flood 
for years.

A short step then to Adelaide, and delivery right on 
time,
The agent came to meet us, and here's the ending of 
this rhyme,
For he said you'll have to turn em' around and take 
them back again,
For the fashion now in ladies shoes is imitation 
crocodile with the courser grain.

[spoken] Wouldn't it rip you.