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Now, my new Crocodile Hunter movie is going to be huuuuuge, combining all the elements of great Aussie movies, like "Careful He Might Hear You", "The Sum of Us", and "Mad Max". We got Midnight Oil and Jebediah in to do the music, and those crazy whackjobs Tripod to do the lyrics and the words
Outside the steaming deserts of Pine Gaps
The swamps of Uluru
The snow-capped peaks of Alice Springs
The desert monkeys of Broome
You'll find him with his hunting stick
And his hunting hat and gloves
He's not afraid of anything - no missiles or no guns
He's not afraid of ordering seafood on a Monday
But ever since the generals dropped their bombs at Katherine Gorge
The crocodiles mutated into giant beasts of war
Super-intelligent-nightmare-visions-of-the-future
Somebody's got to stop them
Who's going to save the world
Now the crocodiles have taken over?
Radioactive beasts
Feasting on the children
Only one man can
Only one man can
The mighty stubby-wearing Hunter Man
He's got all the toys
A post apocalytic rocket car
Tina Turner in chain mail
Just to add a bit of glamour
A little kid with a silver boomerang
That'll cut your hand clean off
The crocodiles make their outposts
Out of disused cars and aircrafts
The heads of past croc-hunters
On pikes along the road
There's Paul Hogan's head
Glistening in the sun
The Leyland Brothers, Alby Mangles
Something for everyone
And as the Hunter faces them alone
His battle cry rings across the sun-bleached bone:
"Lucky that my breasts are small and humble
So you don't confuse them with mountains."
Who's going to save the world
Now the crocodiles have taken over?
Radioactive beasts
Feasting on the children
Only one man can
Only one man can
The mighty stubby-wearing Hunter Man
Who's going to save the world
Now the crocodiles have taken over?
Radioactive beasts
Feasting on the children
Only one man can
Only one man can
The mighty stubby-wearing Hunter Man