Tom the trouserman
Back on his knees in the grass again
High in the sky is arse again and the clouds just pass him by
Tom the trouser man,
Searching for jewels in the grass again,
I just can’t stop and talk right now, I got a lot of work to do.
Na na na etc
Tom the trouserman lives with his wife in a caravan
High on a hill in Arnhem land where the wind blows warm and free
Tom the trouser man living with his lady in a caravan
She’s just the best in all the land, I’m one lucky fella is me.
Na na na etc
Tom the trouserman out with his rod and a fishing line
A gannet round here’s a friend of mine
And she lives on the bright blue sea.
Tom the trouser man, searching for jewels on a white shore line
Now catching fishes ain’t no crime, there’s a billy on the fire for tea.
Na na na etc
Repeat first verse and out on a wild chorus