The CD jacket lyrics don't match
what they actually sing. This is
how it REALLY goes :-)

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I think I'll go on a walkabout
And find out what it's all about
(and that ain't hard)
Just me and my own two feet
In the heat I've got myself to meet
A detective of perspective eye
I need to try to get a bigger eye
(open wide)
Bloodwood flowers in my gaze
Walkabout in a sunny daze

On a walkabout

You could do it in the city
You could do it in a zone
You could do it in the desert
You could do the unknown
On a walkbout
High desert skies are what I spy
So fly - you've got to wonder why
The stingrays must be fat this year
I'm Moving slow in my lowest gear
The digirido original man with a dream
I believe the Aborigene

On a walkabout

You could do it with a shuffle
You could do it with a stroll
You could do it with a stride
You could do the unknown
On a walkbout
A walk could cure most all my blues
Bare feet or in my two shoes
(one...two)



I think I'll go on a walkabout
Find out what it's all about
(can't hurt to try)
Use your legs to rock it wide
take a ride to the other side
(whoo....whoo)