RACQ Man
On my way back from the Sunshine Coast my car’s
Broken down again
Not sure what’s got me down the most; that I’m
alone or that it’s 1 a.m.
I leave my car to look for a phone in the dark on
The Bruce highway
As I look to the sky I feel less alone as I’m guided
By the light of the Milky Way

Now I sit here by the hazard lights, with every flash
I can see my hand
Writing lyrics I endure mosquito bites as I wait here
For the RACQman

RACQman, RACQman I wait here for the RACQman
RACQman, RACQman I wait here for the RACQman


Now Warren turns up and inspects my car he says
Something about dirty points and
“Ya fuel pumps leaking with a cracked filter and
There’s a rattle coming from your CV joints”

NRMA man, NRMA man now I wait here for the
NRMA man
NRMA man, NRMA man now I wait here for the
NRMA man

On my way back from the Sunshine Coast my car’s
Broken down again
Not sure what’s got me down the most; that I’m
alone or that it’s 1 a.m.
Now I sit here by the hazard lights, with every flash
I can see my hand
Writing lyrics I endure mosquito bites as I wait here
For the RACQman

RACQman, RACQman I wait here for the RACQman
RACQman, RACQman I wait here for the RACQman
RACQman, RACQman I wait here for the RACQman
RACQman, RACQman I wait here for the RACQman