Blue Joey Kangaroo

I know a bloke some people call Blue Joey Kangaroo But those like me, who know him well, well we just call him Blue He can sing, and dance, and spin a yarn, and play the didg'rydoo A man of many talents is Blue Joey Kangaroo Ch: Oh Gnarnjarrah, oh Gnarnjarrah What a regular son-of-a-gun you are A true born native son you are Blue Joey Kangaroo He carries mighty medicine from his homeland way outback And in his life he’s wandered down many a winding track He’s travelled this world over with a swag upon his back And in case you hadn’t noticed, I’ll just point out that he’s black Ch: As 1st Now he's a streak; about as tall as a fully grown giraffe And his sense of fun is just as big; he loves to make us laugh When he comes on as 'Black Elvis' you will split your sides in half When he comes by, then that’s the time to kill the fatted calf Ch: Oh Gnarnjarrah, oh Gnarnjarrah What a regular son-of-a-gun you are A giant barrel of fun you are Blue Joey Kangaroo He’s a man who’s totally in tune with the spirit of this land He knows its Dreamtime contours like the back of his own hand He could probably tell the original site of a single grain of sand ... Or at least a rock, wrapped up in a hide that’s marked with the owner’s brand! Ch: As 1st Repeat