There's an old fashioned Ford
Made of rubber, tin and board
Along the road to Gundagai
Well the radiator's hissing
And half the engine's missing
The fuel tank's running dry
There's water in the petrol
And sand in the gears
And it hasn't seen a garage
For more than forty years
Oh gosh hear it roar
When the pedal hits the floor
Along the road to Gundagai
Oh gosh hear it roar
When the pedal hits the floor
Along the road - to - Gun-da-gai
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