Well it's hotter 'n blazes and all the long faces
 there'll be no oasis for a dry local grazier
 there'll be no refreshment for a thirsty jackaroo
 from Melbourne to Adelaide on the overlander
 with newfangled buffet cars and faster [bad word]  the train stopped in Serviceton less and less often
 There's nothing sadder than a town with no cheer
 Voc Rail decided the canteen was no longer necessary there
 no spirits, no bilgewater and 80 dry locals
 and the high noon sun beats a hundred and four
 there's a hummingbird trapped in a closed down shoe store

 This tiny Victorian rhubarb
 kept the watering hole open for sixty five years
 now it's boilin' in a miserable March 21 st
 wrapped the hills in a blanket of Patterson's curse
 the train smokes down the xylophone
 there'll be no stopping here
 all ya can be is thirsty in a town with no cheer
 no Bourbon, no Branchwater
 though the townspeople here
 fought her Vic Rail decree tooth and nail
 now it's boilin' in a miserable March 21 st
 wrapped the hills in a blanket of Patterson's curse
 the train smokes down the xylophone
 there'll be no stopping here
 all ya can be is thirsty in a town with no cheer