Pushing through the scrub on a bike In the blistering sun just another day Waiting on the chopper For the word on the mustering On the old 2 way Ringers rushing round getting cattle to the yards A clean skin breaks the mob From the air they scatter like ants in the rain Your mind can't leave the job And we're covered in dust Make our way on in to Bourke Our oasis in the outback Will wash away the dirt And we'll be dancing on the darling Above the yellow bellies below Just good clean fun under the sun Waiting for our turn behind the boat Racing down the river Feel that water under my skin We'll be dancing on the darling Tree lined river with the ghost gums swaying In the breeze this afternoon Sunlight sparkles on the western stream Her the sound of co*katoos And we'll back the boat down to the ramp And take the Esky for a spin We'll be flying round the water With a stubbie I can tell ya This is where the fun begins We're jumping in Strap them on and grab that rope The motor's revving up Foot goes down and off we go Single, double ski try it on the kneeboard Bare-footing round with a deepwater start Wakeboard, biscuit here me when I say