We got up nice and early,
Right round 4am I think,
So we get our ritual on,
With that loaded up coffee to drink.

Turns out the twin servos are a must,
As we fuel up the car, and of course us,
Then it's not till Goulburn,
That I'm hungry and sore,
A quick bite to eat,
Then the foot hits the floor.

Gundagai sucks me in,
And Shell needs to sit,
15 minutes in the shade,
And seriously that's it.

Now fuels running low,
And Yass is coming up,
Glad I took the first exit,
Cause wow that's a huge line up .

Only 20km out of Wagga,
And the cars heating up,
It's time to bite the bullet,
It's a caravan park for us n the pup.

Booked in at Coolamon,
To catch up with big Dave,
Well who bloody knew,
It was gonna be a heatwave.

Skinny grey old bugga,
With a nice little ranch,
We had a good ole yarn,
Till it was time for lunch.

An hour later n its time leave,
Well maybe an hour n a half you'd believe,
Twas great catchin up and can't wait to do it again,
But back in Newy, Not hot Coolamon.

So we hit the road, on the way to Vic
This extreme heat, well it's makin me sick,
First time ever, I've seen the road melt,
Eyes are dry and sticky, and that's not all I felt.

Kinda glad i said stuff Albury, I'm hittin Wodonga,
Cause as It turns out, its only a few minutes longer,
Im in Mexican territory now, And most definitely wary,
Only cause these weak Victorians, are a bunch of fairies.

We then make tracks and head to Willows Reserve,
Wahgunyah's the town, then it threw us a curve,
Well wouldn't you know it, just across the river,
Ya back in N.S.W in a town called Corowa


Im down by the Murray River with a block of cheese for bait,
Only something you do when your in another state,
But all the locals keep telling me, it's the go for Murray Cod,
And after 3 days of sitting fishing it stills seems quite odd

New Years eve has just arrived, and its time for a glass of port,
Sitting up having a few with Terry, waiting for those 4 noughts,
Right then when it turns midnight, and I venture back to the old van,
To give my beloved Shell a kiss, cause I'm stuffed if I'm kissing a man

Now I mentioned Terry before, he's been our neighbour for a few days,
He even took us on his tinny, explaining all the local ways,
Both him and his family were great, with tips and advice to catch a Cod,
It's bite time and I strike, check out that bend in my rod,

The young fella storms over with a net, to give me a hand to help me land
Only to scoop to freakin early and left me staring at the sand
I can only laugh it off, as another lesson learnt
Cause didn't his family give him some, all day he got burnt,

I'm definitely not giving up but, I'm determined to catch a fish
It's become a little bit personal now, a frustrated fisherman's wish
The rains just smashed us hard, and of course made everything wet,
And I still can't get out my mind, that young fella and his net

As our stay at Willows end, and we search for our next stop,
I'll be packing up the camp, thinking of that Cod I near got
So thanks for tuning in as I dribble all my crap
We've had a top time here, I reckon I definitely be back