text: Fellas – you feel like singing a chorus with me?
  Theres enthusiasm for you. Hey look, Ill give you a rough idea how it goes. It starts off with me going like this: one, two, a-one, two, three, four...
  And you come in in E, Paul
  Thats it. And then altogether, fellas...
  Thats nice, haha!
  Theres an old Australian stockman, lying, dying...
  Ahh...
  And he gets himself up onto one elbow
  And he turns to his four mates who are gathered round
  And he says:
  Cut your hair once a year, boys
  Cut your hair once a year
  If it covers your ear you cant hear, boys
  So cut your hair once a year
  All together now!
  Tie me kangaroo down, sport
  Tie me kangaroo down 
  Tie me kangaroo down, sport
  Tie me kangaroo down 
  Ha, ha, ha! Dear, oh dear... Ive forgetten the words now
  Take care of me, make sure, look out after me...
  Keep goin...
   Take care, look after me, 
  Ill go again...
  Dont ill treat me pet dingo, Ringo
  Dont ill treat me pet dingo!
  They cant understand your lingo, Ringo...
  So dont ill treat me pet dingo
  All together now!
  Tie me kangaroo down, sport
  Tie me kangaroo down 
  Tie me kangaroo down, sport
  Tie me kangaroo down
  I think Georges guitars on the blink – I think
  Georges guitars on the blink
  It shouldnt go mm-nnga-mm-nnga, plink!
  Hey, hey – thats really on the blink!
  All together now!
  Tie me kangaroo down, sport
  Tie me kangaroo down 
  Tie me kangaroo down, sport
  Tie me kangaroo down
  Prop me up by the wall, Paul
  Prop me up by the wall
  Ill scream and cheer til I fall, Paul
  If youll prop me up by the wall...
  All together now!
  Tie me kangaroo down, sport
  Tie me kangaroo down 
  Tie me kangaroo down, sport
  Tie me kangaroo down 
  Hey, keep the hits coming on John
  Keep the hits coming on 
  At least til after Im gone, John
  Keep the hits coming on
  All together now!
  Tie me kangaroo down, sport
  Tie me kangaroo down 
  Tie me kangaroo down, sport
  Tie me kangaroo down
  Give us a bit of did-i-did-i-did-i...
  Thats it...
  And with his very last gasp he says:
  Tan me hide when death comes, chums
   Oh dear...
  Tan me hide when death comes
  So we tanned his hide when he died, Clyde
  And Ringos got it on his drums!
  All together now!
  Tie me kangaroo down, sport
  Tie me kangaroo down 
  Tie me kangaroo down, sport
  Tie me kangaroo down!
  What a phony bunch of laughter that was. What about messing up that ending after all the rehearsal we did? At least once
  : You forgot the words didnt you Rolf?
  At the beginning...