Oh, the floods have cut the main road off we can't get 
into town,
And the squatters in an awful state he thinks his sheep 
might drown,
We've oiled out tongs and cutters up so the rust can't 
get our things,
And we're gonna make the best of it for tonight the 
woolshed swings.

Oh, the squatters' daughters have snuck out to keep us 
company,
And to show us all the disco steps for our corroboree,
Old Bart beats on a kero tin while Dan the presser 
sings,
Oh they may not be a symphony but tonight the woolshed 
swings.

The ringer's got an old ram stag he's a waltzin' round 
the floor,
The old man tells the learners of the tallies he has 
shore,
The rousie and the jackaroo are fightin' in the wings,
And we've got our share of stubbies so tonight the 
woolshed swings,
I'll say that.

[Guitar Solo]

Oh the rain is beating on the roof old Dan is spruiking 
strong,
And the cook's into the rum bottle and bursting into 
song,
And no one gives a damn right now just what tomorrow 
brings,
the woolshed swings.

Now time is pressin' onwards and the cook has just 
passed out,
And the learners and the Jackaroo just shore the 
roustabout,
The floor show came to a sudden halt when the 
squatters' wife marched in,
Now the girls are marchin' out the door but still the 
woolshed swings.

And the ringer's got an old ram stag he's a waltzin' 
round the floor,
The old man tells the learners of the tallies he has 
shore,
The rousie and the jackaroo are fightin' in the wings,
And we've got our share of stubbies but tonight the 
woolshed swings.

[Guitar Solo]

Oh the ringer and the old ram stag have just fell down 
the chute,
And the rousies sportin' shiners and one of them's a 
beaut,
The squatter's lookin' for the fool who let the 
woollies out,
Ah tomorrow there'll be hell to pay but tonight it's 
fun no doubt.

Yeah no one gives a damn right now just what tomorrow 
brings,
The boss might even sack us all but tonight the 
woolshed swings.
Play it there Phil.