Текст песни Fishing Fraser Island - Colin Buchanan

Baz pulled out of Noosa, Tinnie ontop of the cruiser.
Beer and esky, rods and tent.
He hit the barge and off he went.
Baz is in his element,
Fishin' Fraser Island.

And he's strapped the rods across the bonnet,
There's a fish with his name on it,
String a tarp and pitch the old marquee.
He's campin' in a sandy dream,
And he's Fishin' Fraser Island.

He pulled her up past Eulrong,
And it didn't take old Bazza long.
He chucked her in and the line went tight,
The mongrel put up quite a fight.
You're in for a good feed every night,
When you're Fishing Fraser Island.

And he's strapped the rods across the bonnet,
There's a fish with his name on it,
String a tarp and pitch the old marquee.
He's campin' in a sandy dream,
And he's Fishin' Fraser Island.

There's a tournament run every year,
And all the diehards head up here.
Flathead, Whiting, Bream, Wahu.
There's prizes and it's quite a doo.
And they're never short of hooligan soup,
When they're Fishing Fraser Island.

And he's strapped the rods across the bonnet,
There's a fish with his name on it,
String a tarp and pitch the old marquee.
Yeah, strap the rods across the bonnet,
They'res a fish with my name on it.
You're campin' in a sandy dream,
And you're Fishin' Fraser Island,
Yeah, Fishing Fraser Island.