Six White Boomers - Rolf Harris

was far from and lost in a great big zoo.

Mummy where’s my mummy, they’ve taken her away

We’ll help you find your mummy son, hop up on the sleigh.

Up beside the bag of toys, little Joey hopped.

But they hadn’t gone far when Santa stopped.

Unharnessed all the reindeer and Joey wondered why.

Then he heard a far off booming in the sky.

Six white boomers, snow white boomers,

Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun,

Six white boomers, snow white boomers,

On his Australian run.

Pretty soon old Santa began to feel the heat,

Took his fur lined boots off to cool his feet,

Into one popped Joey, feeling quite O.K.,

While those old man kangaroos kept pulling on the sleigh.

Joey said to Santa, Santa what about the toys?

Aren’t you giving some to these girls and boys?

They’ve all got their presents son, we were here last night,

This trip is an extra trip, Joey’s special flight.

Soon the sleigh was flashing right over Marble Bar,

Slow down there, cried Santa, It can’t be far,

Come up on my lap here son, and have a look around.

There she is that’s Mummy, bounding up and down.

Well that’s the bestest Christmas treat that Joey ever had,

Curled up in his mother’s pouch all snug and glad,

The last they saw was Santa heading northward from the sun,

The only year the boomers worked a double run.

Six white boomers, snow white boomers,

Racing Santa Claus in the blazing sun,

Six white boomers, snow white boomers,

On his Australian run.