Definitive Rolf Harris

Harris Rolf lyrics

Harris Rolf lyrics

"6 White Boomers Lyrics"

Brother My Cup Is Empty Lyrics
Brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home I am the captain of my pain Tis the bit, the bridle,


Early on one Christmas Day, a Joey Kanga-roo
Was far from home and lost in a great big zoo
Mummy, where's my mummy, they've taken her a-way
We'll help you find your mummy son, hop on the sleigh

[Verse:]
Up beside the bag of toys, little Joey hopped
But they had'nt gone far when Santa stopped
Un-harnessed all the reindeer and Joey wonder
The Rocky Road to Dublin Lyrics
In the merry month of June from my home I started left the girls of Taum nearly brokenhearted saluted me father dear, kissed me darling mother drank a pint of beer, my grief and tears to
ed why
Then he heard a far off booming in the sky

[Chorus:]
Six white boomers, snow white boomers
Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun
Six white boomers, snow white boomers
.. On his Aus-tra-lian run

Pretty soon old Santa began to feel the heat
Took his fur-lined boots off to cool his feet
Into one popped Joey, feelin
Lucille Lyrics
Shining in the distance dawn is breaking out With brightness of the morning sun. I've been far away for oh so many years But soon I'm coming home again.
quite OK
While those old man kangaroos kept pulling on the sleigh

Joey said to Santa, Santa, what about the toys
Aren't you giving some to these girls and boys
They've all got their presents son, we were here last night
This trip is an extra trip, Joey's special flight

Soon the sleigh was flashing past, right over Marble Bar
Slow down th
Heart Of Hearts Lyrics
I found myself In a cross condition Maybe it was her Maybe it was me Somethin's wrong There was somethin' missin' I couldn't stand to stay So I had
re, cried Santa, it can't be far
Come up on my lap son, and have a look around

There she is, that's mummy, bounding up and down
Well that's the bestest Christmas treat that Joey
ever had
Curled up in mother's pouch all snug and glad
The last they saw was Santa headed northward
from the sun
The only year the boomers worked a double run