"When The Bitumen Reaches Pooncarie" lyrics

When the bitumen reaches Pooncarie we'll turn on a big barbeque
Invite all the cockies and ringers and the traveller that's just passin' through
They'll be plenty of song and yahooing and I'll bet on a punch up or two
When the bitumen reaches Pooncarie we'll have a Pooncarie type do

On the banks of the stately old Darling we'll sing and we'll dance in the scrub
Cut a track through the dust like big meat ants from the river to the telegraph pub
Cause the boys from the bush they play harder then their cousins, the city folk do
When the bitumen reaches Pooncarie, hey, we'll likely be downin' a few

Now the anglers will swarm in their thousand when they hear that the river is right
And the whisper goes out through the bushland there's a flush and the cods on the bight
They'll come with their cross lines and gill nets and millions of stubbies and cans
When the bitumen reaches Pooncarie, ho, we'll have a stampede on our hands

Now they're building a motel and restaurant a place where the knobs can all camp
No use if you're big time to rough it for the bush can get windy and damp
They'll be some big holes in the bar room with the big ones still getting away
When the bitumen reaches Pooncarie we'll hear some good stories I'd say

(Eat your heart out guitar players)

Now the old town might tend to get lively when the bulldust has gone from the track
Allowing the lout from big towns to go a bit further out back
They shoot up the signs at the roadside and wreck everything out of spite
When the bitumen reaches Pooncarie, I see some good bashings in sight

When the bitumen reaches Pooncarie, we'll turn on a big barbeque
Invite all the cockies and ringers and the traveller that's just passin' through
They'll be plenty of song and yahooing and I'll bet on a punch up or two
When the bitumen reaches Pooncarie, hey, we'll have a Pooncarie type do
When the bitumen reaches Pooncarie, we'll have a Pooncarie type do