Oh ohhhhh I come from plurry Queensland and my name is 

Paddy Gramp

Work out on cattle station longa white man mustering 

camp

I chase and throw the scrubber bull, ride buckjump 

horse for sport

This ringer job I learn'em well when knee high to a 

quart



Ten day alonga week I work and sometime longa still

Boss say I catch'em overtime when government pass the 

bill

There's sand mixed longa flour and my meat left longa 

bone

When damper cooked to me he taste all same alonga 

grindstone



Oh ohhhhh in wintertime one blanket job all night 

alonga freeze up

Maybe bullock jump the rush and Paddy get the breeze up

Old packhorse cook he all time growl but me still none 

the wiser

Policeman catch him plurry quick alonga breathalyser 



Head stockman boss I tell 'im quick I pullout longa 

station

Go walkabout alonga creek once more with all the 

'laitions

Boss take me to his office then and this is what he say

Oh I'll read your statement Paddy, before you get your 

pay



Ohhhhh ohhhh there's a pound of black terbaccer and a 

shirt and trouser set

A pair of boots you never got and a hat you didn't get

There's a stockwhip and a quartpot, what you didn't get 

you spent

And of course there's our commission roughly 25%



There's a dozen stubby bottles, let me see that's 24

And the refund on the empties means you're down a few 

cents more

There's sales tax plus the duty and the freight we 

multiply

There's your cheque a dollar fifty cost of living 

getting high



Oh so there you have it Paddy wrote down in black and 

white 

But I'd like you just to check it and convince yourself 

its right

Oh then I knocks the slab right out of the old Kentucky 

home you know

I say to him "It looks alright to me boss I call back 

through the door

I been selling clean skin mickeys for the last 12 

months or more"