You've heard about Ned Kelly and those other famous crooks

I've seen them on the TV, I've seen them in my picture books

Well, here's a little song about a bloke so bad and mean

An evil, vicious outlaw, the worst there's ever been



Oh, out in the bush where the kookaburras fly where the gum trees reach to the clear blue sky

There's a cave in the hillside where I hide, I'm a big, bad bush-bushranger



Deep in the cave there's a big, black hole that's filled to the brim with locks of gold

And diamond rings and things I stole, I'm a big, bad bush-bushranger



Late at night when the sun goes down and everyone's asleep in town

I count all my money in my dressing gown, I'm a big, bad bush-bushranger



I'm a bush, I'm a bush, I'm a bush-bushranger

Runnin' from the law, livin' on danger

Bang, bang, hands up, stick'em up straight

I'm a big, bad bush-bushranger



Got a rope and a whip and a gun, of course, I'm chased everywhere by the bush policeforce

While I ride through the night on my big black horse, I'm a big, bad, bush-bushranger



And when the townsfolk see me ride they lock all the doors and stay inside

And find a place that's safe to hide, I'm a big, bad, bush-bushranger



I ride thirty miles through the wind and hail to hold up a bank or the Royal Mail

I give all my money to my girlfriend, Gayle, I'm a big, bad, bush-bushranger



I'm a bush, I'm a bush, I'm a bush-bushranger

Runnin' from the law, livin' on danger

Bang, bang, hands up, stick'em up straight

I'm a big, bad bush-bushranger



I sleep every mornin' till half past nine, have m'brekky in bed, then rise and shine

Get dressed in my best for my life of crime,