Now, my new Crocodile Hunter movie is going to be huuuuuge, combining all the elements of great Aussie movies, like "Careful He Might Hear You", "The Sum of Us", and "Mad Max". We got Midnight Oil and Jebediah in to do the music, and those crazy whackjobs Tripod to do the lyrics and the words.
Outside the steaming deserts of Pine Gaps,
The swamps of Uluru.
The snow-capped peaks of Alice Springs,
The desert monkeys of Broome.
You'll find him with his hunting stick,
And his hunting hat and gloves.
He's not afraid of anything - no missiles or no guns.
He's not afraid of ordering seafood on a Monday.
But ever since the generals dropped their bombs at Katherine Gorge,
The crocodiles mutated into giant beasts of war.
Super-intelligent-nightmare-visions-of-the-future,
Somebody's got to stop them.
Who's going to save the world,
Now the crocodiles have taken over?
Radioactive beasts,
Feasting on the children.
Only one man can,
Only one man can.
The mighty stubby-wearing Hunter Man.
He's got all the toys
A post apocalytic rocket car
Tina Turner in chain mail
Just to add a bit of glamour
A little kid with a silver boomerang,
That'll cut your hand clean off.
The crocodiles make their outposts,
Out of disused cars and aircrafts.
The heads of past croc-hunters,
On pikes along the road.
There's Paul Hogan's head,
Glistening in the sun.
The Leyland Brothers, Alby Mangles,
Something for everyone.
And as the Hunter faces them alone,
His battle cry rings across the sun-bleached bone:
"Lucky that my breasts are small and humble,
so you don't confuse them with mountains."
Who's going to save the world,
Now the crocodiles have taken over?
Radioactive beasts,
Feasting on the children.
Only one man can,
Only one man can.
The mighty stubby-wearing Hunter Man.
Who's going to save the world,
Now the crocodiles have taken over?
Radioactive beasts,
Feasting on the children.
Only one man can,
Only one man can.
The mighty stubby-wearing Hunter Man.