I was talking to a bloke in Boomi
About his two pronged garden fork
He said he kept his family going
Stabbing wild goondiwindi pork
Gonna to get myself a rifle
And a load of good mongrel dogs
And head for the Maranoa
And get myself a big black hog
'Cause there's too many pigs around Gundy
But if you gun 'em you can make a buck
Tie 'em around the ankles
And hang 'em off the back of your truck
Now you might lose a pig dog
But there's no need to cry
Just bury him in the lignum
Where all good pigs dog die
He knew what he was in for
So don't you shed a tear
He was hanging onto a hog
Grinning from ear-to-ear
'Cause there's too many pigs around Gundy
But if you gun 'em you can make a buck
Tie 'em around the ankles
And hang 'em off the back of your truck
Yes, there's too many pigs around Gundy
But if you gun 'em you can make a buck
Tie 'em around the ankles
And hang 'em off the back of your truck
Yes, there's too many pigs around Gundy
But if you gun 'em you can make a buck
Tie 'em around the ankles
And hang 'em off the back of your truck
Yes, there's too many pigs around Gundy
But if you gun 'em you can make a buck
Tie 'em around the ankles
And hang 'em off the back of your truck
Yes, there's too many pigs around Gundy
But if you gun 'em you can make a buck
Tie 'em around the ankles
And hang 'em off the back of your truck (ooh)
