[Verse 1] I met him at the campfire, stars were burning bright He pulled out seven feet of wood, said “Baby, hold on tight” That ancient timber, thick and painted red Dropped down to my knees and gave some didgeree-head [Pre-Chorus] No hands, no mercy, just circular breath control He said “Keep the drone steady while you take it down the hole” My throat’s a billabong, wetter than the wet season Swallowing that didgeridoo for spiritual reasons [Chorus] Deep throat the didgeridoo, make the low drone hum Gagging on that ancient wood till my lips go numb From the outback to my esophagus, feel that vibration grow I’m choking on culture, baby—deep throat the didgeridoo [Verse 2] He calls me his throat-bill, I’m his personal blowfly Spit dripping like eucalyptus, tears in both my eyes The kangaroos are watching, koalas clutch their trees But I’m busy setting records—world’s deepest drone expertise [Bridge] Inhale through the nose, exhale through the soul When he hits that low B-flat I lose all control Uluru’s shaking, the ancestors approve They’ve never seen a white girl take it this damn smooth [Final Chorus] Deep throat the didgeridoo, till the walls cave in Paint my tonsils ochre, let the ceremony begin I’m the didge queen of the desert, got that heatwind flu If you hear that drone at night—it’s just me choking on the didgeridoo [Outro] Yeah… keep that circular breathing going… Don’t stop the drone… Cultural exchange, baby.
