You can sing your songs of spinifex and horse-like gingerbexAnd outlaws such as Curio, the meanest on four legsAnd when the flags are flying at a big-time rodeoIt's the boys who ride the search who really make the showHe's a knight in leather armor and he sits on a leather throneHe's a bushman and a battler and a breed all of his ownSo when the gates fly open and he brings out all his shoesYou can dip your head and raise your voice, he's worthy of saluteDe-oh de-de, de-de, de-de, de-oh de-de, de-de, de-de, de-oh de-de, de-de, de-de, de-deHere we goThey're dynamite in high heel boots, they're men who've learned their tradeIn the toughest school of the big owl, back to school where men are madeRough riders and their oak, and the bulldog for a thrillThey take their chance and bite the dust, never mind the spillHe's a knight in leather armour, and he sits on a leather throneHe's a bushman and a battler, and a breed all of his ownSo when the gates fly open, and he rakes out of his shoesYou can lift your hand and raise your voice, he's a worthy obsoleteDe-oh de-de, de-de, de-de, de-oh de-de, de-de, de-de, de-oh de-de, de-de, de-de, de-deThank you very much everyone