Them Coober Pedy Flies
Youse run around my dusty face
You Coober Pedy flies
Running in me mouth and nose
Then in me bloomin eyes
Where did youse come from
You smelly little flies
Sucking out the moisture
Right out of me bleary eyes
Did youse come from a dunny
Or some other smelly place
Before you came a dancing
And to be on me dusty face
Did you come from old Harry
Out front of his opal mine
Out of the leg of them trousers
Where the sun would never shine
I took a huge swipe at me face in rage
And nearly knocked off me head
It almost made me senseless
There was about twenty dead
Forty mates came in their place
To have a bloomin wake
They flew in and out my eyes
looking for the bloody cake
I have since in me mind decided
If outside is for me to toil
The will be some drastic changes
I’ll cover me face in dirty oil