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Turn the houselights down
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The audience is seated
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What’s going to hit this town tonight
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Will never be repeated
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They’ve dome from all around the joint
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To try and be the best
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At the Annual Bimbi Amateur Talent Quest
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They planned to use the local hall
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to stage the big event
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But in the end they had to hire
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a great big canvas tent
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The problem was the hall burned down
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at the last big B & S
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But that didn’t stop the Bimbi Talent Quest
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CHORUS
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Two bucks a ticket
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and the kids got in for free
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It was quite a big event
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for the little town of Bimbi
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Everyone who fronted up
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declared it a success
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And it’s my bet they won’t forget
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the Bimbi Talent Quest
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The backing band were local lads
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together for the night
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They found it hard to play by ear
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And they couldn’t play by sight
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They may have all played out of tune
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but no one was distressed
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Toes were tapping at the Bimbi Talent Quest
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They had a draw for the lucky door
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and it came as a surprise
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That one of the local clergymen
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was the one who scored the prize.
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Now what he’ll do with a case of
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scotch is anybody’s guess
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But he was glad he came to the Bimbi Talent Quest
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A local bloke who’s got a name
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for being quite a wag
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Did a rather saucy song dressed
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head to to in drag
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Alfie Dunk, the local drunk, was
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really quite impressed
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And followed him home from the Bimbi Talent Quest
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The bloke who won the contest
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was the bloke the judges chose
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He came from out Thuddungra
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played a gum leaf with his nose
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We were a bit suspicious he was
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chosen as the best
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Coz his mother judged the Bimbi Talent Quest
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The Bimbi Talent Quest
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| Colin Buchanan |
