THE NAKED MAN FROM GIPPY

Some say he was a businessman
Some say he was a hippy
But I know best than all the rest
The man stood tall and passed the test
Then chucked away his shorts and vest
The Naked Man from Gippy.
His best mate was once on TV
A kangaroo called Skippy
He had cows in droves and sheep in flocks
He tended to his hens and cock
Wearing nothing but his boots and socks
The Naked Man from Gippy.

He walked bare-arsed throughout the world
From Melbourne to the Mississippi
And everywhere got thrown in jail
Where he'd sit for weeks cold and pale
'Cos nobody would post the bail of
The Naked Man from Gippy.

Then in a bar in Canberra, he
Bought a beer and took a sip, he
Thought, life's going past, I'm not so fast
Don't think this nudie lark will last.
The bowsprit's now a broken mast
Christ, I'm fifty, shifty and not too nifty,
Said the Naked Man from Gippy.

One fine day he hitched his way
Back home, whistling, feeling chippy
Kept his trousers on

Tucked in his shlong
Got a lift to Foster, and beyond
He'd found his role
To cut the fatal toll
Of Bass Strait's souls in distressed shipping.
The Naked Man from Gippy.

On the darkest night,
When there's no moonlight,
And the winter's getting nippy
Despite the rain and lashing hail
Australian ships can safely sail
No longer fearing rocks or gales
From Wilsons Prom to the Great Bight
His bell-end shines like a guiding light,
And sailors, passengers, bless the sight
Of the Naked Lighthouse Man from Gippy.

(With hugest apologies to Banjo Paterson)

Thank you to Jonathan Sims a Brit who, with his wife Sue, keeps returning to South Gippsland because they just love the place!