A bit of light entertainment.
Jindabyne JamboreeIt was half past eleven when you came around
And asked if I wanted to go to the fishing ground
You knew what I’d say
And once we were away
We drove to the dam, trying not to make a sound
The fence was locked like we knew it would be
They’ve changed the locks since we stole the key
You looked in the tray
Where the fencing tools lay
And got through without letting the ranger see
We stopped the Ute near where the path lay
And turned it around for a quick getaway
We always went there
To swim in the bare
We knew we could never ever do it by day
After an hour we were in for a shock
The ranger must have seen the broken lock
We saw a torch flash
And were off at a dash
All the clothes I managed to grab was a sock
But the Ranger had come prepared this time
He’d brought the police from Jindabyne
They’d blocked in the Ute
They threatened to shoot
It turns out skinny dipping’s a crime
After they’d stopped laughing, before they let us go
The cops thought there was something we should know
The Scout Jamboree
Were just through the trees
And the little bastards had seen the whole show