text: Well, its hotter than blazes, and all the long faces
  Therell be no oasis for a dry local grazier
  Therell be no refreshment for a thirsty jackaroo
  From Melbourne to Adelaide on the Overlander
  With newfangled buffet cars and faster locomotives
  The train stopped in Serviceton less and less often
  No, theres nothing sadder than a town with no cheer
  Vic Rail decided the canteen was no longer necessary there
  No spirits, no bilgewater, and eighty dry locals
  And the high noon sun beats a hundred and four
  Theres a hummingbird trapped in a closed down shoe store
  This tiny Victorian rhubarb kept the waterin hole open for sixty-five years
  Now its boilin in a miserable March twenty-first
  Wrapped the hills in a blanket of Patersons curse
  The train smokes down the xylophone, therell be no stoppin here
  All you can be is thirsty in a town with no cheer
  No Bourbon, no Branchwater
  Though the townspeople here fought her Vic Rail decree tooth and nail
  Now its boilin in a miserable March twenty-first
  Wrapped the hills in a blanket of Patersons curse
  The train smokes down the xylophone, therell be no stoppin here
  All you can be is thirsty in a town with no cheer