When Kenny Keen Went Camping

Kenny Keen flew to North East Arnhem land
Form Melbourne to Nhulunbuy
His gigs went grand, the locals sang
And joined him on the Yidaki.

Kenny Keen was keen to see the sights
So solo to the bush he trekked
Drove a Gove Rental four wheel drive
With no off road experience.

Kenny Keen went fishing for Queenies
Down in Daliwuy
But a glimpsey of princey is all that he caught
Bar the lures that he snagged on the bauxite

Kenny keen rumbled down to Cape Arnhem
Humming a cheerful tune
When the track turned into a cliff,
then a swamp and then a giant sand dune.

Chorus
Don't mind the crocs, don't mind the sea snakes
Your jelly fish and buffalo aren't half as dangerous
Your cyclones are far less out of hand than when
Kenny Keen went camping in North East Arnhem Land

Kenny Keen got bogged on twin eagle beach
Sweated five litres trying to dig out his rig
With no recovery tracks, the rig just sank deep
Had to sleep in it on the side of a cliff

Kenny Keen felt sheepish as a sheep
Grazing by that croc out on ski beach
Lost and alone and no way to phone for help
But in awe of all he saw while feeling sorry for himself.

Kenny Keens' phone got no receptions
So he scrambled to the top of snake dune.
The rangers were away, triple O said "No"
But mechanical Mike came out to the rescue

Kenny Keen stood back, Mike kicked off his thongs
Then drove it like stole a rental over that dune
Kenny Keen thanked Mike and promised from now on
He won't go Keenly camping maybe stick to singing songs

Chorus
Don't mind the crocs, don't mind the sea snakes
Your jelly fish and buffalo aren't half as dangerous
Your cyclones are far less out of hand than when
Kenny Keen went camping in North East Arnhem Land