There's an old fashioned Ford

Made of rubber, tin and board

Along the road to Gundagai



Well the radiator's hissing

And half the engine's missing

The fuel tank's running dry



There's water in the petrol

And sand in the gears

And it hasn't seen a garage

For more than forty years



Oh gosh hear it roar

When the pedal hits the floor

Along the road to Gundagai



Oh gosh hear it roar

When the pedal hits the floor

Along the road - to - Gun-da-gai