Kickin' past the dealers on the edge of town,
Saw a lot of pretty pickups, not a Ute to be found.
Twim cam Jap fours, a bloke'd be nuts.
Give me a six or an eight, a four wheel mate.
The dents and the dust and the grasshopper guts.
She's got holes in the muffler and a gear-box clunk,
I've cursed her and called her a piece of old junk.
When the work's been done at the end of the day,
She's my Ute, I'll keep it that way.
She's my Ute and she's here to stay.
You can see them blow-ins in their four by fours,
Jumpin' up and down 'bout a scratch on the door.
But I've got a yarn for every dent,
A big red roo, pig or two,
A hole in the roof that Col shot through.
She's got holes in the muffler and a gear-box clunk,
I've cursed her and called her a piece of old junk.
When the work's been done at the end of the day,
She's my Ute, I'll keep it that way.
She's my Ute and she's here to stay.
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Well I had a girl but she laid down the law,
She said 'You can't keep that dirty old Ute anymore'.
There comes a point when a man's gotta choose,
Well I told her straight, I'll stick with my mate.
She's been gone a year but the Ute's still here.
She's got holes in the muffler and a gear-box clunk,
I've cursed her and called her a piece of old junk.
When the work's been done at the end of the day,
She's got holes in the muffler and a gear-box clunk,
I've cursed her and called her a piece of old junk.
When the work's been done at the end of the day,
She's my Ute, I'll keep it that way.
She's my Ute and she's here to stay.
Oooh, she's my Ute.
Oooh, she's my Ute.