Oh, the floods have cut the main road off, we can't get into town
And the squatters in an awful state thinks his sheep might drown
We've boiled their combs and cutters up so the rust can't get our things
And we're gonna make the best of it, tonight the wool shed swings
Oh, the squatters' daughters have stuck out to keep us company
And to show us all the disco steps for our grubbery
Oh, Bud beats on a carotene while Dan the presser sings
Oh, they may not be a symphony, but tonight the wool shed swings
The ringer's got an old ram's tag, he's a-waltzing round the floor
The old man tells the learner, the tallies he has shone
The rousey and the jackaroo are fighting in the wings
And we've got a good time, tonight the wool shed swings

And our share of stubby soul, tonight the wool shed swings
I'll say
Oh, the rain is beating on the roof, old Dan is broken strong
And the cook's into the rum bottle and bursting into song
And no one gives a damn right now just what tomorrow brings
All that's bound to be some making
But tonight the wool shed swings
Now time is pressing onward, and the cook has just passed out
And the learners and the jackaroo get sure they're else about
The floor show came to a sudden halt when the squatters' wife marched in
Now the girls are marching out the door, but still the wool shed swings
And the ringer's got an old ram's tag, he's a-waltzing round the floor
The old man tells the learners, the tallies he has shone
The rousey and the jackaroo are fighting in the wings
And we've got a share of stubbies, but tonight the wool shed swings
Oh, the ringer and the old ram's tag have just fell down the chute
And the rousey's sporting shiners, and one of them's a-bune
The squatter's looking for the fool who let the woolies out
Ah, tomorrow they'll be hell to pay, but tonight it's for no doubt
Yeah, no one gives a damn right now just what tomorrow brings
And the boss might even sack a goal, but tonight the wool shed swings
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