Lyrics

FLIES OF CLONCURRY

Jimmy Apollo
told his offsider Frank
“If I make it through today
It’ll be you I thank”
but Frank with his bleached blonde black hair
said “Jimmy I know it’s you who got us here”
and frank with his shoes two sizes two large
said “Jimmy I know it’s you who’s always been in charge

but I reckon
if you hang on for nine whole seconds
then I’ll know
we’ll be good to go
we’ll say goodbye
won’t have to worry
the dust will part and clear
we’ll wave our fingers in the air
to the flies
of Cloncurry”

Well Ibrahim Rasheed
an Iraqi refugee
found himself at 12
in the north country
the land with its dry heat he knew so well
but here old age here did the killing not like that other hell
and them sandy haired boys
with their American names
when he rode he wasn’t the same
they put him on that lean cruel wrecking machine
one ton of bad, one ton of him mean
But Ibrahim would ride him like they’d never seen

But he reckons
If he hangs on for 9 whole seconds
then he’ll know
he’ll be good to go
he’ll say goodbye
won’t have to worry
the dust will part and clear
he’ll wave his finger in the air
to the flies
of Cloncurry”


Fury Mihaka
Came from Papanui
With his back pack and his fists
but 17 years later
with a 13-30 record
he found that this was all there is
punching drunks in these outback towns
rope on the ground
Three one minute rounds,
But at night when he’s drinking with his friends
He says “It’ll be ok if this is how it ends”
But he reckons

if he hangs on for ninety seconds
then he’ll know
he’ll be good to go
he’ll say goodbye
won’t have to worry
the dust will part and clear
he’ll wave his finger in the air
to the flies
of Cloncurry”