From Lower Springvale to the Frankston Freeway
Until you get to that bitumen stain
That runs between two road highways
Happy people trapped in its invidious single lane
If you're behind a truck or freighter
Say "Thank god for the Mordialloc Road duplicator"
So I work for the RCA
I got big bulldozers and earth shifters
I dig all those cut-away slopes
With 700 tonne capacity lifters
If you're interested in roadworks see me later
I'm the Mordialloc road duplicator
All you people on Christmas vacation
Here is a reason for jubilation:
They're ain't no better roadworks in the nation, yeah
Than the Mordialloc Road duplication
One day all the way to Portsea
It'll all be big divided freeways
They're'll be turnoffs to Tootgarook
Cranbourne, Frankston, Five Ways
The whole peninsula will be my crater
I'm the Mordialloc Road duplicator
"The drug, the drug of music.
The drug, the drug, drug, drug, drug, drug drug"
"Aaah. listeners... perhaps we should explain um. Thankyou Joe!"
"The ghost who talks is speechless, ladies and gentleman"