He drove
a
H .J. wagon on the dusty
back window
Somebody had written, wash me
He had a fish out of water,
pushy in the city
So to look when he came
across me
Something in the drawers,
he came charging through the gate
He said, I'm
Jim and I'm not from round here,
You can tell by the leathery tan
Tell by the way that he shook her hand
He had no big wor ries, no big plans
Oh, you can tell a topping
man
He'd had a world -class collection of roadhouse cassettes,
99 % slim -dusty
He had a stack of tats and a gut to die for,
bigger than a
Darwin stubby
Just about as friendly as the day is long,
a pricky smile and rubber thongs
You can tell by the leathery tan, tell by the way that he shook her hand,
he had no big worries, no big plans, oh you can tell, a topping man
You've
Catherine,
Camel
Wheel,
Isaac,
Count of
Malibu
Hook down to
Sydney, buy a new set of wheels,
then head back north to work
He said, catch you later, I said, goodbye
Jim, I thought
Darwin's full of blokes like him,
and some girls as well
You could tell by the leathery tan
You could tell by the way
that he shook her hand
He had no big worries, no big plans
You could tell by the leathery tan
You tell by the way that he shook her hand
He had no big worries, no big plans
All you can tell, a
Top
End
Man
You got the
NT
Territory, 45 degrees
99 % humidity topping man!