Don't think about the hours,
belt your head against the wall
And question why you're in the game at all
Yeah, you wait two years for decent rain
And now it's going yellow
Because the bloody rain won't stop
An irony that real bush people know
But the folks in Thargominda
Haven't seen the grass so tall
It's an ill wind that blows no good
The rain can't please us all
No complaints in Thargominda
Smiles all round in Gidgeeland
And you're thinking, here we go again
Since the flood went through your shop
You turn around and start again today
While a mob of hungry Brahmins
spread the lettuce through
I'm sure they'd say all's
The cattleman will treat his droves
Yeah, you wait two years for decent rain
And now it's goin' yellow
Cos the bloody rain won't stop
An irony that real bush people know
But the folks in Thargominda
haven't seen the grass so tall
It's an ill wind that blows no good,
the rain can't please us all
No complaints in Thargominda
Smiles all round in Giggieland today
Yeah, there's no complaints