17/05/2024
In Perth's black dirt, where the sun beats down,
We move the earth we're the kings of this town.
With muscles like steel and hands rough as bark,
We work from dawn til well after dark.
Weaklings don't last in this tough gritty game,
They crumble and whine, can't handle the blame
But we're built different, tough as old boots,
We lift and we shift no time for recruits.
Our pockets are heavy, stuffed hard with cash,
From sweat and hard work we live for the splash.
Each boulder we move, each metre we clear,
Puts food on the table and plenty of beer.
So here's to the earthmovers, tough as they come,
With dirt on our hands and work never done.
We laugh at the weaklings, they can't match our stride,
In Perth's wild lands, it's us who take pride.
