Drove into the servo only to wait
Out came a grease- monkey
What can I do for ya?
Wiping his hands, smiling

Fill her up mate, in a hurry
On my way to Cloncurry
You'll need more than a tank
Long way out west for a curry

The bowsers were rusted
Paint flaking, sign gone
The grease- monkey turned
The petrol bowser on

You be driving' a gas guzzler mate
Big ol' Ford with NT plate
Going home to Cloncurry
Cattle to feed, maybe a date

Smell of petrol assaulting my eyes
Even walked away from the tears
Clean your windscreen?
Fill those big tyres?

Nah, she'll be sweet
Thanks for ya help
Here, have a treat
Bottle of coke and ten bob