[spoken]
There's an old Austrialian businessman, thinking, drinking
And he gets himself one crazy idea, and he says to his mates
Who are gathered 'round him, and he says:

[sung]
Watch me wallabys feed, mate
Watch me wallabys feed
They provide what we need, mate
So let me wallabys feed
Altogether now!

Tie me kangaroos down, sport
Tie me kangaroos down
Tie me kangaroos down, sport
Tie me kangaroos down
Altogether now!

We must gather the roo poo
Gather droppings from roos
We must gather the roo poo
Let me tell you what we'll do
Altogether now!

Take yer koala back, Jack
Take yer koala back
He's gotten nothing we lack, Mac
So take yer koala back
Altogether now!

We'll make paper from roo poo
We can't let them get loose
We'll make paper from roo poo
We'll put them to good use
Altogether now!

We'll make plenty of bucks, Chuck
I think we'll be in luck
We'll make plenty of bucks, Chuck
Load our stuff on the truck
Altogether now!

We'll sell paper from roo poo
That's what we're gonna do
We'll sell paper from roo poo
We'll be millionaires, too
Altogether now!

Tan me hide when I'm dead, Fred
Tan me hide when I'm dead
[sung by a crowd of backing vocalists]
So we tanned his hide when he died, Clyde
Our paper's cov'ring his head