OUTBACK SANTA
(Brian Procopis / Leigh Newton, 1999)


Chorus: 
He's riding way up high, riding way down low,
When Santa flies the outback it's up and down he goes.
He's riding way up high, riding way down low,
When Santa flies the outback it's up and down he goes.

It's hot here in December, Santa's in his shorts and thongs,
He says to Rudolph, "Fly in low, we'll skim those billabongs."
And he doesn't look for chimneys for flying backwards down,
He'll just tiptoe up the back steps when there's no-one else around.

No sense wondering where the bikkies or that glass of milk might be,
He'll just settle for bush tucker and a pot of billy tea.
Over creaky wooden floorboards Santa quietly moves his feet,
And he's hoping that those snappy cattle dogs will stay asleep.

It's dry and dusty country out along the western plain,
Santa wishes he could bring a thunder cloud of rain,
And for the people of the outback before he goes away,
He just wishes them a peaceful year again on Christmas day.