Almanac Music (Lyrics): Oils Are Definitely Not Oils
Great Sandy Desert, Australia. Satellite image of its dunes. [Wikimedia Commons.]
Oils Are Definitely Not Oils
Ghost gums dancing in their bark underpants
Heat shimmer rises as I take a slash
On the surface of the Great Sandy Desert
Where it’s forty-five bloody degrees
And the sugar company is coming to get me
(coming to get me)
Wobbegongs swimming a corroboree
Taking turns snapping at my testicles
With grins like banjo players
It’s fifty feet deep
And the blue sea mob has got me by the nuts
(got me by the nuts)
Harbour Bridge and Ken Done sell
Running down the Supreme Court hall
Stumbling for a try without the ball
(No underarms for deodorant)
Hear me whirl my bullroarer’s call
For the multinationals are all gonna sue me (all gonna sue me)
chased by Jimmy Sharman’s boxers
Hear my harmonica call…whaaaaa!
Hear my harmonica call…whaaaaa!
Hear my harmonica call…whaaaaa!
Look at me dancing angularly…
look at me, look at me…look at meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
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Kevin Densley is a graduate of both Deakin University and The University of Melbourne. He has taught writing and literature in numerous Victorian universities and TAFES. He is a poet and writer-in-general. His fifth book-length poetry collection, Please Feed the Macaws ... I'm Feeling Too Indolent, was published in late 2023 by Ginninderra Press. He is also the co-author of ten play collections for young people, as well as a multi Green Room Award nominated play, Last Chance Gas, which was published by Currency Press. Other writing includes screenplays for educational films.
Love it KD, very funny and nice pisstake of a band that so needed that in their prime. First lines set it up beautifully. Can feel the rhythm in the lines as it roars to the finale.
I can’t name a band I have drifted so far from over the years. I love their political stance and they have 3 or 4 top songs but for me, tunes need melodies.
Cheers
Thanks, Rick. So glad you enjoyed the parody. I’ve had such mixed feelings about the Oils over the years. Basically, I agree totally with you in relation to their small number of great songs and political stance – but there has always been, for me, been a ‘holier-than-thou’ thing about them, as well as a sense that for their song subject-matter they’ve chased just about every Oz icon and politically correct stance they can find.