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Bang! It goes another kanga, on the bonnet of the van
(See the light ram through the gaps in the land)
Many an aborigine's mistaken for a tree
'Til you near him on the motorway and the tree begin to breathe
(See the light ram through the gaps in the land)
(Coming in with the golden light) in the morning
(Coming in with the golden light) is the new man
(Coming in with the golden light) is my dented van
Woo-mera
Woo-mera
The civilized keep alive the territorial war
(See the light ram through the gaps in the land)
Erase the race that claim the place and say we dig for ore
Or dangle devils in a bottle and push them from the pull of the bush
(See the light ram through the gaps in the land)
You'll find them in the road (see the light ram through the gaps in the land)
In the road
(Coming in with the golden light) in the morning
(Coming in with the golden light) with no warning
(Coming in with the golden light) we bring in the rare gear
Woo-mera
Woo-mera
Woo-mera
Ma-ma-many an aborigine's mistaken for a tree
(See the light ram through the gaps in the land)
You near him on the motorway, the tree begin to breathe
Erase the race that claim the place and say we dig for ore
(See the light ram through the gaps in the land)
Dangle devils in a bottle and push them from the pull of the bush
(See the light ram through the gaps in the land)
Bang goes another kanga on the bonnet of the van
(See the light ram through the gaps in the land)
You'll find them in the road
(See the light ram through the gaps in the land)
In the road (see the light)
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