Oh, we're lucky to be alive, mate
We're lucky to be alive
We got a motor car
And a thousand miles to drive
All the way to the west coast
And under the Kimberly
Cruisin' along the top end
And down to the coral sea, hey
We're lucky to be alive, mate
We're lucky to be alive
We've got a motor car
And a thousand miles to drive
Down the east, to the great divide
It's hilly and it's green
With a belly full of mangoes
The biggest you've ever seen
We'll leave the busy streets, mate
We'll be shootin' through
Away from traffic jams and all that
Bullshit, bullshit
We'll climb up to the snowies
We're not in a hurry
We'll have a beer with Achilles
On the other side of the Murray, whistling
We'll never see it all, mate
Time is in our way
We'll walk around the rock
And lose another day
We'll drive the ocean highways
And around the upper aisle
We'll never run out of roads, mate
So we'll be quite a while
We'll leave the busy streets, mate
We'll be shootin' through
Away from traffic jams and all that
Bullshit, bullshit
We'll work our way to Weatherly
There's wineries all the way
We can drive forever
Forever and a day
We're lucky to be alive, mate
We're lucky to be alive
We've got a motor car
And a thousand miles to drive
I'll never take for granted
What the diggers did for me
I'll follow the Milky Way
And remember I am free, yes truly!
I'll follow the Milky Way
And remember I am free
