Who is it that all Australia raves about?
Who has won our very highest praise?
Now is it Amy Johnson, or little Mickey Mouse?
No! it's just a country lad who's bringing down the house.
And he's
Refrain:
Our Don Bradman - And I ask you is he any good?
Our Don Bradman - As a batman he can sure lay on the wood.
For when he goes in to bat
He knocks ev'ry record flat,
For there isn't any thing he cannot do,
Our Don Bradman - Ev'ry Aussie: dips his lid to you.
Our Don Bradman - Now I ask you is he any good?
Our Don Bradman - As a batsman he is certainly "plum pud".
Tate and Larwood meet their fate,
For it's always "shut the gate"
When our boy from Bowral hits four after four.
Our Don Bradman - Always manages to top the score.
Woodfull, Grimmett, Ponsford, Kippax and the rest,
Proved that they were equal to the best,
How gallantly and nobly, we know they've done their share,
But there's one tops them all, a real Devil-may-care.
And he's
Refrain:
Our Don Bradman - And I ask you is he any good?
Our Don Bradman - As a batman he can sure lay on the wood.
How's that Mister Lyon, poor fish,
Must just sit and wish and wish,
That our Don had never come across the foam,
Our Don Bradman - What a welcome waits for you back home.
Our Don Bradman - Now I ask you is he any good?
Our Don Bradman - As a batsman he is certainly "plum pud"
Tho' those cricketers now gone.
Trumper, and Spofforth and so on,
Wrote their names forever in the Hall of Fame,
Our Don Bradman - Is the greatest ever played the game.
