You don't
want to be a basher
Cause you might fall in love with the
freedom you will feel in the desert
With friendship you will find as
the dusty roads unwind
Yeah, beware, you might fall in love
You don't want to be a basher,
it'll hook you line and sinker
You'll be grinning like a kid on a swing
You'll be keen as mustard
even when you're busted
On the
CB radio you'll see
I'm a basher, I'm a basher,
a dirt and rubble thrasher
Driving through the bush
for the children
Want a way to go, shoot me righty -o
All around the country
we love
You don't want to be a basher,
cause you might fall in love with all the things we seem to be losing
Where men can't be men, but where wo men are the backbone,
living out a life of their choosing
Yeah, you know if you take on this
wild and woolly road
You're part of another family
A little wine and beer tastes
better way out there
So be careful, you might fall in love
I'm a basher, I'm a basher,
a dirt and rubble thrasher
Driving through the bush
for the children
What a way to go, she'll be righty -o
All around the country we love
I'm a basher, I'm a basher
A dirt and gravel thrasher
Driving through the bush
for the children
What a way to go, she'll be righty -o
All around the country we love