demining my business when suddenly
In the silence the crack of a tweak
and I was aware of their company
I was out of my trance and away I flew
But what can a poor roo do?
But that was a little too close
they're starting to hem me in
Still the slightly superior
and the highly superior spring
It's a won derful sense of freedom
and a bubbling urge to sing.
So they shoved me in a wagon
without a care about things to come.
I'll leave it to my cobbers
who are still out there in the sun.
It's getting a little too close for comfort,
You'd better get up and go.
The highly superior speed you've got
makes everything else look slow
Still it wouldn't do to be
By George they've got him,
by George they've got him
release that kangaroo there
for a self -respecting kangaroo to live in
Well they say it's the thrill of the chase
but then they're a dreadful race
A shocking bunch of chaps
I mean, what could you do with them,