Cold Chisel Taipan

Taipan

He’ll get you when he can

Ooh

He’ll get you when he can

Makes his home in a mangrove tree

Sleep plantation family

White man planter, Bundaberg rum

Childhood rattle, trumpet and drum

Stay with me

Stay with me, oh yeah

Until the morning comes

Taipan

He’ll get you when he can

Ooh

He’ll get you when he can

These days, I can’t explain

But I can smell the monsoon rain

Seasons come, and seasons turn

More and more, canefields burning

Early in the morning, the afternoon

Pathways blazed in a mangrove moon

Burning down my eyes

(Railroad goes, Kalamia mill

If the heat don’t get you, Taipan will

Six o’clock, the whistle sings

C.S.R. is the sugar-cane king)

Stay with me

Stay with me

Taipan

He’ll get you when he can

Ooh

He’ll get you when he can