The Dunny Out The Back
They've destroyed our Aussie hertitage, remember that old shack?
Now it's inside, called a toilet, 'twas the Dunny out the back
We've lost too much of bygone days, it's progress, you'll here 'em say,
But they'll never know how the dunny helped to pass the time away
They came in different sizes, some a two-hole stand.
Perched above a big, deep hole, poo-looted, but never bland.
It's awkward when you visit, whisper, "Where's the toilet, Jack?"
For, when it was a dunny, it was always out the back.
We never had a toilet roll hooked on a silver ring,
Only squares of old newspaper tied up with a piece of string
The jokes were old, the ones we told, of kids in old Lockhardt,
About poor old Dan, the dunny man, with his horse and dunny cart.
I had to walk my sister to the dunny one dark night,
She was doubled up with gastric and in an awful plight.
As she walked in to the dunny she let out an awful howl,
For, sitting on the wooden seat was a sleepy big grey owl.
Well, sister left that dunny about the speed of light,
And the owl left us a message to prove he got a fright
The walk was often muddy from the dunny to the gate,
But ya met the nicest people if the job in hand could wait.
The red backs might attack ya, there was nothing much to fear,
They always sneaked up from the back, so you'd just protect ya rear.
The local rag was there to read. Had my first smoke in the shack.
The news was never ' Stop Press' stuff, in the dunny out the back.
Unique, our little dunny was, borrowed money from the bank,
Made from corrugated iron just like a water tank.
Modern housewives have a problem keeping toilets fresh and clean,
But when it was a dunny, folks could smell where you had been.
It just doesn't seem to be the same, the acoustics seem too good,
Don't enjoy it like a dunny although I know I orta should.
I'm leaving this city's rat race, where a dunny's called a loo,
Back to the bush and buy some land out back of Dunedoo!!