Rolf Harris — Six White Boomers

In Australia, Christmas comes in the middle of a very hot summer So when Santa Claus delivers his presents He's not taken around by reindeer because They can't stand the terrible heat He's taken around by six big, white, old man kangaroos Called the six white boomers Early on one Christmas day A joey kangaroo Was far from home and lost In a great, big zoo Mommy....where's my mommy? They've taken her away We'll help you find your mommy, son Hop up on the sleigh So up inside the bag of toys Little joey hopped But they hadn't gone far when Santa stopped Unharnessed all the reindeer And joey wondered why Then he heard a far off booming in the sky (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) [Chorus] Six white boomers Snow white boomers Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun Six white boomers Snow white boomers On his Australian run Pretty soon old Santa began to feel the heat Took his fur-lined boots off to cool his feet Into one popped joey Feeling quite okay While those old man kangaroos kept pulling on the sleigh Hey! [Chorus] Six white boomers Snow white boomers Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun Six white boomers Snow white boomers On his Australian run Then joey said to Santa, "Santa, what about the toys? Aren't you giving some to these girls and boys?" "Well, they've all had their presents, sonny We were here last night" This trip is an extra trip Joey's special flight [Chorus] Six white boomers Snow white boomers Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun Six white boomers Snow white boomers On his Australian run Soon the sleigh was flashing past Right over Marble Bar "Slow down there!" cried Santa "It can't be far Hop up on my lap here, son And have a look around" "There, there she is! That's mommy! bounding up and down!" [Chorus] Six white boomers Snow white boomers Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun Six white boomers Snow white boomers On his Australian run Well, that's the bestest Christmas treat that joey ever had Curled up in mother's pouch, feeling snug and glad The last they saw was Santa heading Northwards from the sun The only year the boomers worked a double run [Chorus] Six white boomers Snow white boomers Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun Six white boomers Snow white boomers On his Australian run