When Black Friday comes I’ll fly down to Muswellbrook,
Gonna strike all the big red words from my little black book.
Gonna do just what I please, gonna wear no socks and shoes,
With nothing to do but feed all the Kangaroos.
I’m not one to look behind I know that times must change
But over there in Barrytown they do things very strange
And though you’re not my enemy
I like things like they used to be
And though you’d like some company
I’m standing by myself
Go play with someone else
I can see by what you carry that you come from Barrytown