Santa arrives in his horse drawn cart

Although it's real hot he's still playin' the part

Parks in the shade of a Coolabah tree

Rubs, Hoh-hoh-hoh, then slaps his knee



The kids gather 'round in their thongs and their shorts

Black, white and brindle, they come in all sorts

The presents come out and their beauty's no fear

Santa sits down and says give us a beer



An Aussie bush Christmas is a fabulous one

No sign of snow, just hot Aussie sun

But that doesn't matter 'cause this time of year

Christmas is Christmas, even out here



Come mutton and damper and chokin' wild duck

On soft paper plates off the back of the track

The Coolgardie safe's just loaded with beer

Enough liquid amber to last 'til New Year



The pavlova's meltin', the dogs think its grouse

They've already had half of it under the house

Young Mick Maloney comes down the track

He works in the city but he always comes back



An Aussie bush Christmas is a fabulous one

No sign of snow, just hot Aussie sun

But that doesn't matter 'cause this time of year

Christmas is Christmas, even out here



We're ready to leave and the truck's loaded up

There's nothin' much left 'cept some used paper cups

Old Paddy Maloney's asleep by a log

When he wakes up, he'll be sick as a dog



The spirit of Christmas was with us today

No fir trees, no tinsel, just smiles and gidday

But Christmas is Christmas, whether big, whether small

And an Aussie bush Christmas is the best one of all



An Aussie bush Christmas is a fabulous one

No sign of snow, just hot Aussie sun

But that doesn't matter 'cause this time of year

Christmas is Christmas, even out here