I've got a problem
Got my grandmother down from the Camawheel Pub and she's recken to do the town
And she's got this fella, he's a Swedish ornithologist, she met him on the trip comin' down
Now, he's a weird sort of bloke, sense of humour like a wort, hasn't got a thing upstairs
But they need some money, ooh, and accommodation
Somebody to go and get their luggage from the station
Two canoe trip tickets down the Murrumbudgie River
And grannie wants to learn about underwater swimming
What d'ya reckon, any joy, could I organise a short term loan
Listen - no risk, no worries, no sweat - no problems, oh yeah
Look, she'll be right (don't worry), she'll be right, (ha-ha-ha) relax
No risk, no worries, no sweat - no problems, oh yeah
Look, she'll be right (stop worryin'), she'll be right
I'm in a bit of personal strife
See I just got back from the Nullabor Plain and me camera has had the sword
It's the bit through the lens, metre motor mamma-mia-fix, I lost it when they dammed the Ord
Then I recovered it covered up in Kununurra frog spawn and couldn't get the thing to work
And now the drive's had it and you can't get the batteries
And the flash gun attachment's all wedged up with matches
And the points need cleaning and there's sand in the shutter
Need a ten-eighth print from the film jammed in it
What d'ya reckon, any joy, could you fix it all by five o'clock, relax, (hah)
No risk, no worries, no sweat - no problems, ah yeah
Look, she'll be right, (hah), she'll be right
When we get right down to improvisation or acting off the top of the skull
Mate, when we play it by ear as they say in the classics
We - you know, pulsate - pulsate? yeah, that'll be right, yeah, pulsate
Did you know an American syndicate is gonna build a motel right up on the top of Aires Rock
Beauty - have to move the Aborigines, a bit bloomin' scruffy, give all them tourists a shock
Yeah but would they see a kangaroo, they'd be lucky if they do mate, their all in pet food cans
And we're rubbishing the landscape, chopping down the trees
Shoutin' more broken bottles and concrete please
We're pullin' up the wild flowers, writin' on the rocks, bulldozin' everything for buildin' blocks
What'd'ya reckon, any chance, can we make it through the next ten years, what? (ha-ha)
Listen - no risk, no worries, no sweat - no problems
Australia's good for at least twenty years yet
She'll be right, stop worryin', she'll be right, (hah) look relax
No risk, no worries, no sweat - no problems
Without a shadow of a doubt, she'll be right (ha-ha, oh yeah) she'll be right
Talk about broken bottles, listen, if it wasn't for the empty bottles and beer cans
On both sides of the road reflectin' your head lights back at nights
You'd never find your way home when you're drivin' back half full
You hadn't thought of that had ya, no, she'll be right, oh relax, she'll be right
No, but my main worry is (stop worrying) she'll be right
Yeah, but I don't think you see the situation, you see (she'll be right)
You see, No risk, listen (she'll be right) No problems (she'll be right)
