There's nothing like heading up the road To where we've never been Emu birds... smell new smells... See things we've never seen. And it's all rolled up And tied right down So the load cannot shift... 'Cause Murphy's law'll never fail And things will come adrift. Down dusty roads trusty friends Were headed without a care... To Frangipani Bay... Way, way up there. Now there's more to Darcy Gollum than meets the eye... He's built bridges, gravel roads... He even used to fly... With a standcaster, kinda bashed... Brim over the nose... Cigarette growing on his lip... Our leader, I suppose... Through the mozzie net I see... The stars are still abright... The carpenter bird is hammerin' ...the mozzies cannot bite. I smell the coffee's on. Rod's keen to catch a fish ...a big juicy baramundi We wish... we wish... we wish! Down dusty roads trusty friends Were headed without a care... To Frangipani Bay... Way, way up there. Of course the girls are with us They didn't have a choice... They're resigned to the fact That boys will be boys. But we wouldn't go without 'em And they wouldn't stay behind... Three good cooks with real good looks Are very hard to find! Down dusty roads trusty friends Were headed without a care... To Frangipani Bay... Way, way up there.