| Oh the kangaroos hop and the rabbits go mad
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| The white cockatoo, well, he’s real glad
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| 'Cause they’re all goin' to the blue gumtree ball
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| They’re all dressed up in their bushland suits
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| With a big wallaroo in high heel boots
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| Headin' out to where the gumtrees stand tall
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| As the dingo howls beneath the moon
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| They’ll be swingin' soon to a bushland tune
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| When they all arrive at the old gumtree ball
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| The kookaburra laughs away the time
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| The emu’s feeling in his prime
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| As the curlew echoes out her final call
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| And the dance floor’s made of gidgee stone
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| The stage is a little overgrown
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| And a sand goanna plays the didgeridoo
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| There’s a wombat playin' lead guitar
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| And the bass is played by a pink galah
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| And the beat is kept by the tail of a kangaroo
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| (Let's go now!)
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| As they swing each other 'round the floor
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| To a fiddle tune and yell for more
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| As the bushland band plays another song
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| The stand so gracefully
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| Underneath the nighttime canopy
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| To the vocals of the pretty currawong
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| The koala’s danced around all night
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| With the bandicoot in the soft moonlight
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| To a jukesy tap where the gumtrees stand tall
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| And they’ll be back again someday
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| To render another bush refrain
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| When they meet again at the old gumtree ball
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| Oh, the dance floor’s made of gidgee stone
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| The stage is a little overgrown
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| And a sand goanna plays the didgeridoo
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| There’s a wombat playin' lead guitar
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| And the bass is played by a pink galah
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| And the beat is kept by the tail of a kangaroo
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| (You know what I said)
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| And there’s a wombat playin' lead guitar
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| And the bass is played by a pink galah
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| And the beat is kept by the tail of a kangaroo |