Under the Weather |
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Being young and starry eyed, I always wished to be A radio announcer with the A.B.C. By doing things, like pulling strings, & brushing up my grammar, I got the job that promised me a life of style and glamour. But now that I have started, I find it dull and painful. They've given me the rotten job of reading out the rainfall. Pronouncing names of country towns soon fixed my constipation But the horrors really started when I got to outback stations. So now, when Northern rivers run, I soon become distraught. I'd sooner take a sickie than read the rain report. Cooralya and Middalya are not too bad, i tell ya Binthalya is a little worse, but what of Coolcalalaya? Wondinong and Yallalong I can handle fairly well, But Woolgorong & Woogalong & Billabalong are Hell. Lalla Rookh and Boolathanna, I read in stylish manner Then go to pieces once again on Mundabullangana And then, there are the tricky ones, where the game is very dodgy. Why spell a place as Wydgee, & then pronounce it Wodji? Recently on error just made me feel so silly How could I know Belele should rhyme with Milly Milly? Hacing mastered Weelarrana, I got stuck on Moogooree And the answer when i asked for help was "go to Boogooree" Booylgoo and Oobagooma, each time are a little harder, And I always get the stutters when I get to Calwynyardah. Yesterday Koonmarra, Jingemarra, Thundelarra Yinnietharra, Pippingarra, Youangarra, Berringarra, Gnaraloo, Ningalloo, Wonganoo & Minderoo, Bullardoo, Boodanoo, Boolaloo & Boologooroo, Mooloogool, Edaggee, Coodardy, Doorawarrah, Jeedamyah, Eudamullah & there'll be worse tomorrah. Station names are crazy, invented just to fool ya And anyway who cares about one mil at Meeragoolia! With names like Innouendy, Millbillillie, Kirkalocka Is it any wonder that I'm going off my rocker? The tension is unbearable, I'm bound to get the shakes All those people listening, just to laugh at my mistakes. Now I know the jobs so bad, & I've been made a bunny My union's working hard for me, demanding extra money. My brow is hot, my nerves are shot, when it rains up North I cry, And because of all those station names, my tongue has R.S.I! -Hoppy |
