| Oh, we’re lucky to be alive, mate | 
| We’re lucky to be alive | 
| We got a motor car | 
| And a thousand miles to drive | 
| All the way to the west coast | 
| And under the Kimberly | 
| Cruisin' along the top end | 
| And down to the coral sea, hey | 
| We’re lucky to be alive, mate | 
| We’re lucky to be alive | 
| We’ve got a motor car | 
| And a thousand miles to drive | 
| Down the east, to the great divide | 
| It’s hilly and it’s green | 
| With a belly full of mangoes | 
| The biggest you’ve ever seen | 
| We’ll leave the busy streets, mate | 
| We’ll be shootin' through | 
| Away from traffic jams and all that | 
| Bullshit, bullshit | 
| We’ll climb up to the snowies | 
| We’re not in a hurry | 
| We’ll have a beer with Achilles | 
| On the other side of the Murray, whistling | 
| We’ll never see it all, mate | 
| Time is in our way | 
| We’ll walk around the rock | 
| And lose another day | 
| We’ll drive the ocean highways | 
| And around the upper aisle | 
| We’ll never run out of roads, mate | 
| So we’ll be quite a while | 
| We’ll leave the busy streets, mate | 
| We’ll be shootin' through | 
| Away from traffic jams and all that | 
| Bullshit, bullshit | 
| We’ll work our way to Weatherly | 
| There’s wineries all the way | 
| We can drive forever | 
| Forever and a day | 
| We’re lucky to be alive, mate | 
| We’re lucky to be alive | 
| We’ve got a motor car | 
| And a thousand miles to drive | 
| I’ll never take for granted | 
| What the diggers did for me | 
| I’ll follow the Milky Way | 
| And remember I am free, yes truly! | 
| I’ll follow the Milky Way | 
| And remember I am free |