Or maybe the muzzie bushrangers need to meet the same fate as that old Australian stockman who lay lying, dying:
“So we tanned his hide when he died, Clyde,
“And that’s it hanging on the shed! Altogether now,
“Tie me Koranimal down, sport,
“Tie me Koranimal down,
“Tie me Koranimal down, sport,
“Tie me Koranimal down.
(one, two, many Cronullas)
Once a jolly muzzieman camped by a billabong,
Under the shade of a Caliphate tree,
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boil,
You’ll come a Waltzing Mohammed with me.
Waltzing Mohammed, Waltzing Mohammed,
You’ll come a Waltzing Mohammed with me,
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boil
You’ll come a Waltzing Mohammed with me.