Let's give Ivan Milat a pat on the back
And send him a big cheerio
(Cheerio! )
He only kills Poms and Huns
He was Australia's first son
And it's time the coppers let him go
Oh, we love ya, we just thought that you should know
My, it's pretty bloody country
Up where Ivan did his killin'
Out where the pines are tall
And the kangaroos are red
I'd like to take you there one day -
Well, if you're willin'
To wear a small backpack
And a target on your head
Now I know this might upset you
If you're a relative or friend
But once you're dead
Well, you can't be dead again
And Ivan had a bonza truck
So at least before they died
Every single tourist had a lovely scenic ride
Let's give Ivan Milat a pat on the back
And send him a big cheerio
(Cheerio! )
He only kills Poms and Huns
He was Australia's first son
And it's time the coppers let him go
Oh we love ya, we just thought that you should know.