The Pilbara

Not a cloud in the vast red sky Nor a drop in the dried up rivers But the Mercury sure is high Enough to make you quiver Not a single drop of rain In the many months past But the humidity sure is insane Seventy percent and climbing fast This here sure is the devil's land He'll make you rich but burn your soul And the flies here are like the sands Countless...and will buzz into your every hole So for the folk who so dwell In the land of whispy white snow This place for you will feel like hell If here it is you choose to go. There'll be sweat on your forehead And sweat running Down your back And don't think your alone when you go to bed Those sticky-feet gecko's come out in packs So come check out the great red Pilbara And come stay for a rounds of beers It'll be so good to see ya Cheers! The Pilbara