There's a place in the north where the wetlands run forth a jabiru on one leg is standing
By a quiet billabong off a track not so long there's a pub they call Larrikins Landing
Now the roof may be leaking the boards may be creaking the walls may be sealed up with tar

But the beer is ice cold and the red carpets' rolled out for all who front up to the bar

At Larrikins landing there's no one demanding your effort your time or your dough

And there's no better place to get right off the pace and to watch the world rolling by slowly

Now the publican's Jack and he's really laid back he's as big as that movie Ben Hur

He just has to grin at the chance of a din and you'd swear that it didn't occur
Oh the barmaid is Josie she gets rather dozy and smiles like a cow lost in clover
She moves round the bar like a snail round a jar it's amazing she doesn't fall over


At Larrikins landing there's no one demanding your effort your time or your dough
And there's no better place to get right off the pace and to watch the world rolling by slowly

Guitar Solo

When the sweat off the brow and the mud off the plough can send a man troppo in no time

It's a welcome retreat from the flies and the heat where's it's laid back and mellow and slow time
So if stress and confusion creates an intrusion or strain on your veins and aorta
Then pack up your troubles and head out on the double to that little tin shack by the water


At Larrikins landing there's no one demanding your effort your time or your dough
And there's no better place to get right off the pace and to watch the world rolling by slowly

At Larrikin's landing there's no one demanding your effort your time or your dough
And there's no better place to get right off your face and to watch the world rolling by slow ow ow slowly