In my little old tin humpy, on a half acre of ground

Beside the Barcoo river, about a mile or so from town

And at dawn I boil the billy and I tell yer what I do

I go catchin' yellow belly in the muddy old Barcoo 



Now I draw the old age pension and I grow a bit of 

stuff

I never have much money, but I always have enough

And I've had all kinds of pleasure in my younger days 

that's true

Now it's catchin' yellow belly in the muddy old Barcoo



[Yodel/ Guitar Solo] 



Oh I have a handy sheepdog so we're never short of meat

A .22 for wood ducks if I want a special treat

And I meet my mates on pension day and sink a beer or 

two

Then it's catchin' yellow belly in the muddy old Barcoo



Now this mad old world is headed for disaster this I 

feel

Like a car out on the highway with a madman at the 

wheel

But there's no way I can change it, and neither friend 

can you

So I'll go on catchin' yellow belly in the muddy old 

Barcoo



[Yodel/Guitar Solo] 



In my little old tin humpy, on a half acre of ground

Beside the Barcoo river, about a mile or so from town

And at dawn I boil the billy and I tell yer what I do

I go catchin' yellow belly in the muddy old Barcoo

[Yodel] 

What a Life!