I've got a problem

Got my grandmother down from the Camawheel Pub and she's recken to do the town

And she's got this fella, he's a Swedish ornithologist, she met him on the trip comin' down

Now, he's a weird sort of bloke, sense of humour like a wort, hasn't got a thing upstairs

But they need some money, ooh, and accommodation

Somebody to go and get their luggage from the station

Two canoe trip tickets down the Murrumbudgie River

And grannie wants to learn about underwater swimming

What d'ya reckon, any joy, could I organise a short term loan



Listen - no risk, no worries, no sweat - no problems, oh yeah

Look, she'll be right (don't worry), she'll be right, (ha-ha-ha) relax

No risk, no worries, no sweat - no problems, oh yeah

Look, she'll be right (stop worryin'), she'll be right



I'm in a bit of personal strife

See I just got back from the Nullabor Plain and me camera has had the sword

It's the bit through the lens, metre motor mamma-mia-fix, I lost it when they dammed the Ord

Then I recovered it covered up in Kununurra frog spawn and couldn't get the thing to work

And now the drive's had it and you can't get the batteries

And the flash gun attachment's all wedged up with matches

And the points need cleaning and there's sand in the shutter

Need a ten-eighth print from the film jammed in it

What d'ya reckon, any joy, could you fix it all by five o'clock, relax, (hah)



No risk, no worries, no sweat - no problems, ah yeah

Look, she'll be right, (hah), she'll be right



When we get right down to improvisation or acting off the top of the skull

Mate, when we play it by ear as they say in the classics

We - you know, pulsate - pulsate? yeah, that'll be right, yeah