King of the Outback Track

Verse

Down by the billabong at the break of day,

Croc Turnbull’s grin lights the gumtree way.

Boots kicked back on a rusted tin drum,

He’s the bloke you call when the hard times come.

Chorus

Oh, Croc Turnbull, king of the outback track,

Best piss-taker, never one to hold back.

With a yarn and a laugh he’s an all-round top bloke,

Raise your tin, sing his name, let the laughter smoke.

Verse

He’ll wrestle a croc with a wink and a nod,

Swap a tale so tall it makes the dingoes applaud.

A ranger of rivers, a steward of sand,

But don’t cross him twice — he’ll set you straight with a hand.

Bridge

Tales grow like spinifex under a red sun sky,

But when Croc speaks true you can see why.

He’ll patch up your pride, share a stubby and smirk—

Genuine as the land, that’s Croc’s work.

Chorus

Oh, Croc Turnbull, king of the outback track,

Best piss-taker, never one to hold back.

With a yarn and a laugh he’s an all-round top bloke,

Raise your tin, sing his name, let the laughter smoke.

Verse

From Adelaide’s edge to the river bend,

Kids learn to laugh like their favourite friend.

He’s the legend you hear over campfire smoke—

Part myth, part man, and a whole lot of bloke.

Chorus

Croc Turnbull, echo down the gumtrees and stones,

Piss-taker supreme with a heart of old bones.

All-round top bloke, may his stories never end—

Here’s to Croc Turnbull, mate, legend and friend.

Outro

So if ever you wander where the wild winds blow,

Listen for laughter — that’s where Croc will show.