Jeremy’s Almond Turf
(Oi, Jeremy,
you madman) (Hold tight Misty,
hold tight Rocky)
Look.
Rolling in the caravan,
outback dusty Jeremy seventy,
frame bit rusty Cruising down the highway,
towing the plot Looking for the sun where the dirt gets hot
Almond farmer, strictly business Crop in the trailer,
God's my witness Dust on the bumper,
tea on the boil Planting out rows in the red clay soil (yeah)
In the back seat,
trouble arriving Two mad hounds while the geezer is driving Misty the
little shit chewing up seats Rocky the turd hole barking at sheep
Misty stole a sausage straight off the pan Rocky dropped a stink
right inside of the van Jeremy's fuming,
gripping the wheel "Sit your backs down or you won't get a
meal!" (madness)
Jeremy out in the outback gliding Caravan loaded,
almonds grinding Bark in the back,
dog hair on the vest Misty and Rocky are passing the test
Almond bags stacked high to the ceiling Little shit barking,
no hard feelings Old man stepped on the pedal,
let's go Touring Australia,
running the show
Pull up in Mildura,
harvest season Cracking these shells without any reason Misty got loose,
ran into the scrub Rocky chased a lizard right under the tub
Old man screaming with a wrench in hand "Worst two dogs in
the whole bloody land!" Still feeds them nuts and a bit of
steak Caravan parked by the dried-up lake
(proper jokers)
Jeremy out in the outback gliding Caravan loaded,
almonds grinding Bark in the back,
dog hair on the vest Misty and Rocky are passing the test
Almond bags stacked high to the ceiling Little shit barking,
no hard feelings Old man stepped on the pedal,
let's go Touring Australia,
running the show
Shut up Rocky.
Misty, pack it in.
We've got three tonnes of nuts to haul to Adelaide.
Get in the caravan.
(wagging
tails)