Bottom of the food chain,
When you're working all day in that stinking shed,
No chance of any weight gain,
When you're running up and down that board,
You're sweating and your face is red,
Waiting all day for the sun to go down,
Jump in the ute head into town,
Have a couple of beers with the shearers too,
It's a damn good job once the day is through,

I love the rousy life,
Always on the go can't be slow,
Sweat and dust from head to toe,
Waiting for the next smoko, that's right,
But work is work and that's ok,
You have good fun and you earn your pay,
But I can't wait for that cut-out friday night,

Can't say boring,
Always something to do for us shedhands,
Start seven thirty in the morning,
Then all day long it's fleeces, bellies, locks, stained wool and dags,
Don't get in the shearers way,
I'm telling you there'll be hell to pay,
Gotta grab that fleece sweep the board,
Make sure that broome don't hit the floor,

I love the rousy life,
Always on the go can't be slow,
Sweat and dust from head to toe,
Waiting for the next smoko, that's right,
But work is work and that's ok,
You have good fun and you earn your pay,
But I can't wait for that cut-out friday night,

Standing round skirting,
While that cockie's watching like a hawk,
And that presser dave's flirting,
Well that boy's so fine,
It's hard to keep your mind
On the job

I love the rousy life,
Always on the go can't be slow,
Sweat and dust from head to toe,
Waiting for the next smoko, that's right,
But work is work and that's ok,
You have good fun and you earn your pay,
But I can't wait for that cut-out friday night,

Yeah work is work and that's ok,
You have good fun and earn your pay,
But I can't wait for that cut out friday night.