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You've heard about Ned Kelly |
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and those other famous crooks |
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I've seen them on the TV |
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I've seen them in my picture books |
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Well, here's a little song about a bloke so bad and mean |
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An evil, vicious outlaw, the worst there's ever been |
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Oh, out in the bush where the kookaburras fly |
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where the gum trees reach to the clear blue sky |
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There's a cave in the hillside where I hide, |
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I'm a big, bad bush-bushranger |
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Deep in the cave there's a big, |
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black hole that's filled to the brim with |
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locks of gold And diamond rings and |
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things I stole, I'm a big, bad bush-bushranger |
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Late at night when the sun goes down and |
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everyone's asleep in town |
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I count all my money in my dressing gown, |
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I'm a big, bad bush-bushranger |
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I'm a bush, I'm a bush, |
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I'm a bush-bushranger |
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Runnin' from the law, |
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livin' on danger |
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Bang, bang, hands up, |
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stick'em up straight |
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I'm a big, bad bush-bushranger |
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Got a rope and a whip and a gun, of course, |
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I'm chased everywhere by the bush policeforce |
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While I ride through the night |
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on my big black horse, |
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I'm a big, bad, bush-bushranger |
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And when the townsfolk |
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see me ride they lock all |
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the doors and stay inside |
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And find a place that's safe to hide, |
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I'm a big, bad, bush-bushranger |
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I ride thirty miles through the wind and hail |
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to hold up a bank or theRoyal Mail |
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I give all my money to my girlfriend, Gayle |
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I'm a big, bad, bush-bushranger |
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I'm a bush, I'm a bush, |
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I'm a bush-bushranger |
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Runnin' from the law, |
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livin' on danger |
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Bang, bang, hands up, |
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stick'em up straight |
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I'm a big, bad bush-bushranger |
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I sleep every mornin' |
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till half past nine, have |
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m'brekky in bed, then rise and shine |
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Get dressed in my best for my life of crime |
