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10 Jolly Aussie Christmas Songs (With Lyrics!)

Aussie Christmas songs are the ultimate in Christmas music. They’re like the classic Christmas songs—but funnier. These Aussie Christmas songs make the most of our Aussie musical talent by combining it with our infamous Aussie sense of humour. 

And we’ve made these Aussie Christmas songs even better—by adding the lyrics for every song. So you can have a singalong on Christmas day. They’re great for the kids, oldies, and whole family. And you know there’s some absolutely cracking Aussie Christmas song lyrics and lines amongst these carols. 

While Aussie Christmas songs make the day merrier, we can never forget the joy that presents on Christmas day bring. So, along with the Aussie Christmas song lyrics, check out these Christmas gift ideas. Now, onto the Aussie Christmas songs…

Quick Links to Aussie Xmas Songs:

  1. Aussie Jingle Bells by Bucko & Champs
  2. Aussie Christmas by Sammy J & Randy
  3. Aussie Aussie Christmas by Amber Lawrence
  4. How to Make Gravy by Paul Kelly
  5. White Wine In The Sun by Tim Minchin
  6. Christmas Photo by John Williamson
  7. Three Drovers by Lee Kernaghan
  8. Carol of the Birds by Bucko & Champs
  9. Six White Boomers by Rolf Harris
  10. 12 Days of Aussie Christmas by Colin Buchanan

10 Legendary Aussie Christmas Songs With Lyrics

1. Aussie Jingle Bells by Bucko & Champs

 

Dashing through the bush,

in a rusty Holden Ute,

Kicking up the dust,

esky in the boot,

Kelpie by my side,

singing Christmas songs,

It’s Summer time and I am in

my singlet, shorts and thongs

Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,

Christmas in Australia

on a scorching summers day, Hey!

Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut!,

Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute.

Engine’s getting hot;

dodge the kangaroos,

Swaggie climbs aboard,

he is welcome too.

All the family’s there,

sitting by the pool,

Christmas Day the Aussie way,

by the barbecue.

Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,

Christmas in Australia

on a scorching summers day, Hey!

Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut!,

Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute.

Come the afternoon,

Grandpa has a doze,

The kids and Uncle Bruce,

are swimming in their clothes .

The time comes ’round to go,

we take the family snap,

Pack the car and all shoot through,

before the washing up.

Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,

Christmas in Australia

on a scorching summers day, Hey!

Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut!,

Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Uteeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!


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2. Aussie Christmas by Sammy J & Randy 

Sammy: Happy Christmas, Randy!

Randy: Christmastime!

Sammy: I love Christmas so much!

Randy: Can you sense it?

Sammy: You know why?

Randy: Why?

Sammy: The trams are coloured green and red, 

Santa’s done a hookturn in his sled.

Randy: Rudolph’s dressed up like an emo, 

drinking soy chi cappucinos.

Both: It must be Christmas in Melbourne! 

Christmas in Melbourne!

Randy: There’s a pregnant teenage elf on smack, 

Santa can’t drink water from the tap.

Sammy: The crows all sing a Christmas carol.

Randy: Ack Ack Ack!

Sammy: And Rudolph is dismembered in a barrel.

Both: It must be Christmas in Adelaide! 

Christmas in Adelaide!

Sammy: There’s a redneck chimney on the roof.

Randy: Ah, fuckin’ love, love.

Sammy: A four Ex-ed skinny’s reindeer’s hoof.

Randy: The elves are frying in the sun,

and Mrs. Claus just got her tits done.

Both: It must be Christmas on the Gold Coast! 

Christmas on the Gold Coast!

Randy: Santa’s lubing up his sleigh,

for the Mardi Gras parade.

Sammy: Blitzen’s coked up on the Harbour, 

scoffing seafood marinara.

Both: And he thinks he’s better than you, 

It must be Christmas in Sydney! Christmas in Sydney!

Sammy: Santa’s just arrived in town,

his sleigh is going round and round.

Both: Roundabout here,

roundabout there, 

Roundabout, roundabout roundabout roundabout, roundabout,roundabout,roundabout, porn and fireworks! 

It must be Christmas in Canberra! 

Christmas in Canberra!

Randy: Okay, Sammy.

Sammy: Yep?

Randy: Are we out of stereotypes yet?

Sammy: There’s one more we haven’t done yet, Randy!

Randy: We wouldn’t dare!

Sammy: Oh, yes, we would!

Randy: Take it, Sammy J!

Sammy: Elves eat apples by the dozen, 

while the kids are tucked up in their beds.

Randy: Santa’s sleeping with his cousin,

and all the reindeers have two heads!

Both: It must be Christmas in Tassie! Christmas in Tassie!

Sammy: We went there!

Randy: Woah! Comedy gold!

Both: Deck the halls with Aussie

stereotypes, falalalalalalalala.

Sammy: Merry Christmas!


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3. Aussie Aussie Christmas by Amber Lawrence

At an Aussie Aussie Christmas

There’s more prawns than potatoes

More flies than mosquitoes

Than presents under the tree

At an Aussie Aussie Christmas

There’s more sunscreen than ice-cream

Kangaroos and BBQ’s

The bush or by the beach

Aussie Aussie Christmas

Oi Oi Oi

Aussie Aussie Christmas

For every girl and boy

Aussie Aussie Christmas

Way too hot for snow

Santa’s got board shorts on, zinc on his nose

And sand between his toes

Board shorts on, zinc on his nose

And sand between his toes

At an Aussie Aussie Christmas

There’s Nona and there’s Nanna

There’s Grandpa and there’s Opa

And everyone gets along

At an Aussie Aussie Christmas

There’s water bombs and water fights

Cicadas and a cricket match

Under the big red gums

Aussie Aussie Christmas

Oi Oi Oi

Aussie Aussie Christmas

For every girl and boy

Aussie Aussie Christmas

Way too hot for snow

Santa’s got board shorts on, zinc on his nose

And sand between his toes

Board shorts on, zinc on his nose

And sand between his toes

Aussie Aussie Christmas

Oi Oi Oi

Aussie Aussie Christmas

For every girl and boy

Aussie Aussie Christmas

Way too hot for snow

Santa’s got board shorts on, zinc on his nose

And sand between his toes

An Akubra on, zinc on his nose, red dirt between his toes

 

 


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4. How to Make Gravy by Paul Kelly

Hello Dan, it’s Joe here, I hope you’re keeping well

It’s the 21st of December, and now they’re ringing the last bells

If I get good behaviour, I’ll be out of here by July

Won’t you kiss my kids on Christmas Day

Please don’t let ’em cry for me

I guess the brothers are driving down from Queensland 

And Stella’s flying in from the coast

They say it’s gonna be a hundred degrees, even more maybe

But that won’t stop the roast

Who’s gonna make the gravy now?

I bet it won’t taste the same

Just add flour, salt, a little red wine

And don’t forget a dollop of tomato sauce for sweetness and that extra tang

And give my love to Angus and to Frank and Dolly

Tell ’em all I’m sorry I screwed up this time

And look after Rita, I’ll be thinking of her early Christmas morning

When I’m standing in line 

I hear Mary’s got a new boyfriend, I hope he can hold his own

Do you remember the last one? 

What was his name again?

Just a little too much cologne

And Roger, you know I’m even gonna miss Roger

‘Cause there’s sure as hell no one in here I want to fight

Oh praise the Baby Jesus, have a Merry Christmas

I’m really gonna miss it, all the treasure and the trash

And later in the evening, I can just imagine

You’ll put on Junior Murvin and push the tables back

And you’ll dance with Rita, I know you really like her

Just don’t hold her too close

Oh brother please don’t stab me in the back

I didn’t mean to say that, it’s just my mind it plays up

Multiplies each matter, turns imagination into fact

You know I love her badly, she’s the one to save me

I’m gonna make some gravy, I’m gonna taste the fat

Tell her that I’m sorry, yeah I love her badly

Tell ’em all I’m sorry

And kiss the sleepy children for me

You know one of these days, I’ll be making gravy

I’ll be making plenty, I’m gonna pay ’em all back


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5. White Wine In The Sun by Tim Minchin

I really like Christmas

It’s sentimental, I know, but I just really like it

I am hardly religious

I’d rather break bread with Dawkins than Desmond Tutu

To be honest

And yes, I have all of the usual objections

To consumerism, the commercialisation of an ancient religion

To the westernisation of a dead Palestinian

Press-ganged into selling Playstations and beer

But I still really like it

I’m looking forward to Christmas

Though I’m not expecting a visit from Jesus

I’ll be seeing my dad

My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum

They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun

I don’t go in for ancient wisdom

I don’t believe just ’cause ideas are tenacious it means they’re worthy

I get freaked out by churches

Some of the hymns that they sing have nice chords 

But the lyrics are dodgy

And yes, I have all of the usual objections

To the mis-education of children who, in tax-exempt institutions

Are taught to externalise blame

And to feel ashamed and to judge things as plain right and wrong

But I quite like the songs

I’m not expecting big presents

The old combination of socks, jocks and chocolate’s is just fine by me

‘Cause I’ll be seeing my dad

My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum

They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun

I’ll be seeing my dad

My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum

They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun

And you, my baby girl

My jetlagged infant daughter

You’ll be handed round the room

Like a puppy at a primary school

And you won’t understand

But you will learn someday

That wherever you are and whatever you face

These are the people who’ll make you feel safe in this world

My sweet blue-eyed girl

And if my baby girl

When you’re twenty-one or thirty-one

And Christmas comes around

And you find yourself nine thousand miles from home

You’ll know what ever comes

Your brothers and sisters and me and your mum

Will be waiting for you in the sun

When Christmas comes

Your brothers and sisters, your aunts and your uncles

Your grandparents, cousins and me and your mum

We’ll be waiting for you in the sun

Drinking white wine in the sun

Darling, whenever you come

We’ll be waiting for you in the sun

Drinking white wine in the sun

Waiting for you in the sun

Darling, when Christmas comes

We’ll be waiting for you in the sun

Waiting

I really like Christmas

It’s sentimental, I know


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6. Christmas Photo by John Williamson

It’s December in Australia;

Time to remember all the family.

Christmas tree – native pine,

Lights and tinsel all entwined.

Put a fairy on the top.

There’s Gran and Pa and Joan and Pop.

The ham and turkey’s organised.

Won’t the grandkids be surprised

When Santa comes in big black boots

In the back of Jacko’s ute…

Ho Ho Ho! Ho Ho Ho!

It’s December in Australia;

Time to remember all the family.

Gather round for a photo.

Hang on, Dad, where did Sam go?

We gotta get everyone in the picture…

Oh here he is. C’mon, Sam,

Now- say “Cheese”.

Wait a minute – Bubbles is missing.

Oh, yum yum, pig’s b** – Christmas Pudding.

All the ladies do the cooking.

All the men are really slack,

Slapping each other on the back.

“How ya been Tangles? How was your year?

Might rain tomorrow. Have acold beer.

I hear young Greg is playing fullback.

I guess he gets it all from you, Jack”

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!!

Who’s for a game of cricket?

It’s December in Australia;

Time to remember all the family.

Gather round for a photo.

Hang on, Dad, where did Cher go?

We gotta get everyone in the picture…

Oh here she is. C’mon, Cher,

Now- say “Cheese”.

Wait a minute – Annie’s not here.

Ah me, not out. Oh yes you are, Nick.

It’s your bowl, Max, don’t bowl too quick.

Aw, Nick has run of with the bat.

After him across the flat.

C’mon, Cub, youv’e had a bowl.

Give the ball to Christie.

Tom-t**, Peewee, Brookie, Sidekick,

You’re on my side. Grab the bat quick.

Now he’s run off with the stump.

Better give that Nick a thump.

Think I’ll have another beer, runt.

Oh, it’s December in Australia;

Time to remember all the family.

Gather round for a photo.

Hang on, Dad, where did Ami go?

We gotta get everyone in the picture…

Oh here she is. C’mon, Ami,

Now- say “Cheese”.

oh, Wait a minute – Heddi’s not here.

See the goanna up the gum tree?

He’s gonna get a feed today, free,

When the campers leave the lake.

Bits of chook and christmas cake.

It’s Christmas time for him as well.

See his big long belly swell.

Heh heh heh heh heh!

Oh, it’s December in Australia;

Time to remember all the family.

Gather round for a photo.

Hang on, Dad, where did Fox go?

We gotta get everyone in the picture…

Oh here she is. C’mon, Fox,

Now- say “Cheese”.

Hold it there now…..

CLICK

Got it! Hurray!

Oh, it’s December in Australia


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7. Three Drovers by Lee Kernaghan

Across the plains one Christmas night

Three drovers riding blithe and gay,

Looked up and saw a starry light

More radiant than the Milky Way;

And on their hearts such wonder fell,

They sang with joy. ‘Noel! Noel! Noel! Noel! Noel!’

The air was dry with summer heat,

And smoke was on the yellow moon;

But from the heavens, faint and sweet,

Came floating down a wond’rous tune;

And as they heard, they sang full well

Those drovers three. ‘Noel! Noel! Noel! Noel! Noel!’

The black swans flew across the sky,

The wild dog called across the plain,

The starry lustre blazed on high,

Still echoed on the heavenly strain;

And still they sang, ‘Noel! Noel!’

Those drovers three. ‘Noel! Noel! Noel! Noel! Noel!’


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8. Carol of the Birds by Bucko & Champs

Out on the plains the brolgas are dancing

Lifting their feet like warhorses prancing

Up to the sun the woodlarks go winging

Faint in the dawn light echoes their singing

Crana! Orana! Orana to Christmas Day.

Down where the tree ferns grow by the river

There where the waters sparkle and quiver

Deep in the gullies bell-birds are chiming

Softly and sweetly their lyric notes rhyming

Orana! Orana! Orana to Christmas Day.

Friar birds sip the nectar of flowers

Currawongs chant in wattle tree bowers

In the blue ranges lorikeets calling

Carols of bush birds rising and falling

Orana! Orana! Orana to Christmas Day.


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9. Six White Boomers by Rolf Harris

Early on one Christmas Day a joey kangaroo,

Was far from home and lost in a great big zoo.

‘Mummy, where’s my mummy? They’ve taken her away.’

We’ll help you find your mummy, son. Hop up on the sleigh.’

Up beside the bag of toys little joey hopped,

But they hadn’t gone far when Santa stopped.

Unharnessed all the reindeer and Joey wondered why,

Then he heard a far off booming in the sky.

Six white boomers, snow white boomers,

Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun.

Six white boomers, snow white boomers,

On his Australian run.

Pretty soon old Santa began to feel the heat,

Took his fur lined boots off to cool his feet,

Into one popped Joey, feeling quite okay,

While those old man Kangaroos kept pulling on the sleigh.

Six white boomers, snow white boomers,

Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun.

Six white boomers, snow white boomers,

On his Australian run.

Joey said to Santa, ‘Santa, what about the toys?

Aren’t you iving some to these girls and boys?’

‘They’ve got all their presents, son, we were here last night,

this trip is an extra trip, Joey’s special flight.’

Six white boomers, snow white boomers,

Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun.

Six white boomers, snow white boomers,

On his Australian run.

Soon the sleigh was flashing past right over Marble Bar,

‘Slow down there, ‘ cried Santa, ‘it can’t be far,

Come up on my lap here, son, and have a look around.’

‘There she is, that’s mummy, bounding up and down.’

Six white boomers, snow white boomers,

Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun.

Six white boomers, snow white boomers,

On his Australian run.

Well that’s the bestest Christmas treat that Joey ever had,

Curled up in mother’s pouch feeling snug and glad.

The last they saw was Santa heading northwards from the sun,

The only year the boomers worked a double run.

Six white boomers, snow white boomers,

Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun.

Six white boomers, snow white boomers,

On his Australian run.


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10. 12 Days of Aussie Christmas by Colin Buchanan

On the first day of Christmas, my best mate gave to me …

A platypus up a gum tree.

On the second day of Christmas, my best mate gave to me …

Two jackaroos,

And a platypus up a gum tree.

On the third day of Christmas, my best mate gave to me …

Three meat trays,

Two jackaroos,

And a platypus up a gum tree.

On the forth day of Christmas, my best mate gave to me …

Four footy fans,

Three meat trays,

Two jackaroos,

And a platypus up a gum tree.

On the fifth day of Christmas, my best mate gave to me …

Five rusty utes!

Four footy fans,

Three meat trays,

Two jackaroos,

And a platypus up a gum tree.

On the sixth day of Christmas, my best mate gave to me …

Half a dozen snags,

Five rusty utes!

Four footy fans,

Three meat trays,

Two jackaroos,

And a platypus up a gum tree.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my best mate gave to me …

Seven cheeky chooks,

Half a dozen snags,

Five rusty utes!

Four footy fans,

Three meat trays,

Two jackaroos,

And a platypus up a gum tree.

On the eighth day of Christmas, my best mate gave to me …

Eight jolly jumbucks,

Seven cheeky chooks,

Half a dozen snags,

Five rusty utes!

Four footy fans,

Three meat trays,

Two jackaroos,

And a platypus up a gum tree.

On the ninth day of Christmas, my best mate gave to me …

Nine daggy dingos

Eight jolly jumbucks,

Seven cheeky chooks,

Half a dozen snags,

Five rusty utes!

Four footy fans,

Three meat trays,

Two jackaroos,

And a platypus up a gum tree.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my best mate gave to me …

Ten sweaty swaggies,

Nine daggy dingos

Eight jolly jumbucks,

Seven cheeky chooks,

Half a dozen snags,

Five rusty utes!

Four footy fans,

Three meat trays,

Two jackaroos,

And a platypus up a gum tree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my best mate gave to me …

Eleven cricket legends,

Ten sweaty swaggies,

Nine daggy dingos

Eight jolly jumbucks,

Seven cheeky chooks,

Half a dozen snags,

Five rusty utes!

Four footy fans,

Three meat trays,

Two jackaroos,

And a platypus up a gum tree.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my best mate gave to me …

Twelve surfing Santas,

Eleven cricket legends,

Ten sweaty swaggies,

Nine daggy dingos

Eight jolly jumbucks,

Seven cheeky chooks,

Half a dozen snags,

Five rusty utes!

Four footy fans,

Three meat trays,

Two jackaroos,

And a platypus up a gum tree!


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The Best Aussie Christmas Songs (And Lyrics!)

That last song there, 12 Days Of Aussie Christmas, is an absolute cracker. Having been adapted from the classic 12 Days of Christmas song, it’s got the perfect Australian twist. Just reading the Aussie 12 days of Christmas lyrics will give you a laugh. Of course, all credit for the brilliance of it must go the great singer-songwriter Colin Buchanan. 

There’s no doubt that Colin Buchanan is a master of writing Aussie Christmas song lyrics. But there are so many more brilliant Aussie Christmas song lyrics amongst this collection. So they’re sure to be fun to sing on Christmas Day with the family, at Christmas parties with mates, and even in the office with coworkers. 

And now you’ve got your Christmas music sorted, you can make sure everything else for your Aussie Christmas is ready to go. Along with ideas for Christmas presents, you can find Christmas cracker jokes, Christmas memes, and even Christmas party ideas. So with all your songs sorted for that magical day in December, there’s nothing left to say, except… We wish you a Merry Christmas, We wish you a Merry Christmas, We wish you a Merry Christmas, And a Happy New Year.  

Tom Raider

Tom Raider

Our wily wordsmith, Tom, is a key weaver of yarns and the chief storyteller at Octopus HQ. Tom writes words of wit and wisdom which can be read on Yellow Blogtopus. He also helps pen the praiseworthy product descriptions that help you decide what you feel like purchasing from us. Along with our Marketing Maestro, he helps brain storm and devise new plans for how to spread the name of Yellow Octopus to deserving Australians from Kakadu all the way to King Island.