The CD jacket lyrics don't match

what they actually sing. This is

how it REALLY goes :-)



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I think I'll go on a walkabout

And find out what it's all about

(and that ain't hard)

Just me and my own two feet

In the heat I've got myself to meet

A detective of perspective eye

I need to try to get a bigger eye

(open wide)

Bloodwood flowers in my gaze

Walkabout in a sunny daze



On a walkabout



You could do it in the city

You could do it in a zone

You could do it in the desert

You could do the unknown

On a walkbout

High desert skies are what I spy

So fly - you've got to wonder why

The stingrays must be fat this year

I'm Moving slow in my lowest gear

The digirido original man with a dream

I believe the Aborigene



On a walkabout



You could do it with a shuffle

You could do it with a stroll

You could do it with a stride

You could do the unknown

On a walkbout

A walk could cure most all my blues

Bare feet or in my two shoes

(one...two)







I think I'll go on a walkabout

Find out what it's all about

(can't hurt to try)

Use your legs to rock it wide

take a ride to the other side

(whoo....whoo)