Cooee Motel
greg champion

Just a few miles till I see you smile
Ninety-odd k. to delivery day
Tryin' to get to where you are

Now I'm passin' trucks on
the Newell Highway
Pullin' in music on 2PK
All the while ahead you wait

One last stop for petrol and,
Check the water as well
I'm meetin' my love tonight
At the Cooee Motel

Saturday night got the call from you
Cooee Motel, room twenty-two
Setting up a rendezvous

Now I'm checkin' the speedo
countin' the miles
Hummin' a tune, and twistin' the dial
Slowly moving in on you.

One last stop for petrol and
Check the water as well
Yes I'm meeting my girl tonight
At the Cooee Motel

Cos' this old heart is strong enough
If the car holds out long enough
Cos' it's all that I can do
To keep on lovin' you...

One last stop for petrol and
Check the water as well
And as I pay at the counter
the attendant can tell
That I'm meetin' my love tonight
At the Cooee Motel

Kickin' & Screamin' (Down The Aisle)
greg champion

Everybody falls in love
One time or two
Some may fall a thousand times
Good luck to 'em if they do
Many a girl can turn your head
It only takes a smile
You find yourself
Shacked up for a while

But when they talk of wedding rings
That's when I run a mile
They'll have to drag me
Kickin' and screamin' down the aisle.

'Chacun a son gout' they say
And brother I agree
You gotta know what's right for you
And gettin' hitched is wrong for me.

Any talk of wedding rings
That's when I run a mile
they'll have to drag me
Kickin' and screamin' down the aisle

Everybody's settling down
And who am I to stop 'em
If they just take me as I am
Then I'm not gonna knock 'em
Eventually the power of
Love may conquer me
But they'll have to
Tie me to a tree

But when they talk of wedding rings
That's when I run a mile
They'll have to drag me
Kickin' and screamin' down the aisle

'Chacun a son gout' they say
And brother I agree
You gotta know what's right for you
And gettin' hitched is wrong for me

Any talk of wedding rings
That's when I run a mile
They'll have to drag me
Kickin' and screamin' down the aisle

Longyard On A Saturday Night
greg champion

Well I came into town on a long weekend
To have a little laugh and a sing with my friends
They said the party was in the Goonoo Goonoo room
I walked around and round the pub, I never found that room

Yeah, front bar Longyard Saturday night
Four in the morning no end in sight
Everybody buyin' everybody else beer
How'm I ever gonna find my way home from here?

June Mary watchin' over us all
Singin' Old Triangle and Factory Wall
There was Willo singin' Belafonte songs
And every old drunkard yellin' along

Yeah, front bar Longyard Saturday night
Four in the morning no end in sight
Everybody buyin' everybody else beer
How'm I ever gonna find my way home from here?

Well I came into town for a quiet little drink
Little did I realise little did I think
Now if I ever go down to that pub again
I'm gonna try to make it home before next weekend

Yeah front bar Longyard Saturday night
Four in the morning no end in sight
Everybody buyin' everybody else beer
Somebody swingin' from the chandelier

Hope The Crocs Don't Get Ya
greg champion

When first I came to Weipa
Folks took me aside
They said 'We'll get it out in the open
Let's have nothing to hide'

They said 'You wanna make a fool of yourself
People here gonna let ya
Go anywhere in Weipa, just
Hope the crocs don't get ya'

And the belts they keep on a-rollin'
And that bauxite keeps on a-loadin'
And everybody loves it in Weipa
If the crocs don't get ya

At ten a.m. each morning
Down one end of town
A croc comes up the mud flats
Just to nosey-poke around

The locals pay no heed at all
But if you're a beginner
Wrong place, wrong time, my friend
And you're a salty's dinner

And the belts they keep on a-rollin'
And that bauxite keeps on a-loadin'
And everybody loves it in Weipa
If the crocs don't get ya

Now the annual town triathlon
The swim and bike and run
Well the swim is through the billabong
Just for added fun

Well down at race headquarters
Someone's mind was working
They know that in that billabong
A croc or two is lurking

And the belts they keep on a-rollin'
And that bauxite keep on a-loadin'
And everybody loves it in Weipa
If the crocs don't get ya