Wake up Kane at 5:30 in the morning.
You've already got your dingus on.
Pull up a pair of woollen socks.
You know you've lost it then.
You know you're a Shearer.
I'm a whether wrestler,
A cross-bred peeler
I'm the duke of the down-tube,
A hand-piece steerer,
I'm the boss of the belly,
A shawny engineer and
Call me king of the comb,
Or you can call me a shearer
I love to shear sheep,
7 days a week
And when I go home,
I dream about it in my sleep
I get up early out of bed,
To be early at the shed
The sheep will never beat me,
I'll be shearing til I'm dead
Cos not only am I keen,
But my hand is quick and clean
My gear is hologram,
The sharpest thing you've ever seen
So when I come to shear your sheep,
You better get a good night's sleep
You'll be pressing so much wool
That the press will start to creak
I'm a whether wrestler,
A cross-bred peeler
I'm the duke of the down-tube,
A hand-piece steerer,
I'm the boss of the belly,
A shawny engineer
Call me king of the comb,
Or you can call me a shearer
Sweet blow!
Sheep-o!
Smoko!
I'm first on the board,
Then every shed that I have shown
When the clock hits 7:30,
Then I start to perform
When they're dragging out a whether,
Or from shearing something better
I pull that cord down into gear and
You can see me shearing clever
Cos my comb is always full,
I keep it flattened in the wool
I change my cutter often,
So it never starts to pull
Cos I've got a hundred cutters
And just bought a new hand-piece
And you can watch it zoom,
As I'm peeling off a fleece
I'm a whether wrestler,
A cross-bred peeler
I'm the duke of the down-tube,
A hand-piece steerer,
I'm the boss of the belly,
A shawny engineer and
Call me king of the comb,
Or you can call me a shearer
Sweet blow!
Sheep-o!
Smoko!
You know, when I finish a day shearing,
That's still not enough for me,
I go home and do my grinding
And then I eat some chops for tea
There's more prickles in my hands,
Than any other man's
And I drink a lot of cans,
Cos I shear a lot of rams
I talk shearem Fullman flow,
Without the shearers that I know
And when I'm on the lawn out,
I put and straight on perfect blows
I wear my dingus to the shop,
They're the only pants I've got
I think that that's alright
But my missus says it's not
Just before I go,
There's something you should know,
Get your rowsies at the ready,
Where I call that sheep-o
You know, they say there's something
Like 70 million sheep in Australia?
Well, what do you reckon?
Let's have a go!
We'll get them!
Round number one,
We're gonna shear a tonne
Round number two,
We'll be putting out a few
Round number three,
We'll shear a lot of sheep
But after round number four,
We won't shear anymore
I'm a wether wrestler,
A cross-bred peeler
I'm the duke of the down-tube,
A hand-piece steerer,
I'm the boss of the belly,
A shawny engineer and
Call me king of the comb,
Or you can call me a shearer
I'm a wether wrestler,
A cross-bred peeler
I'm the duke of the down-tube,
A hand-piece steerer,
I'm the boss of the belly,
A shawny engineer and
Call me king of the comb,
Or you can call me a shearer
I'm a wether wrestler,
A cross-bred peeler
I'm the duke of the down-tube,
A hand-piece steerer,
I'm the boss of the belly,
A shawny engineer and
Call me king of the comb,
Or you can call me a shearer