Oh, didgeridoo brown man,
Moan me a prison-island tune,
Where I can trance and dance and scream
And fly my flag and kill and bleed.
Oh, black warring runners,
When will you learn,
That Flinders keepers
When that deep Bass is strummed?
The worth of a whale waivers,
But that throaty wale is worthless
Unless it speaks with soul,
So moan, so moan, so moan.
Oh, boomerang brown man,
Hunt me a hungry heart,
Where white powered wigs
Learn to hold their smokey shots.
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