One person’s view: “‘Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Sport’ is awful. The musicianship and production is ramshackle, and the lyrics are first draft levels of bad.” – music blogger Dr. Nelson Winston
The public’s view: 2.67 / 5.00
If you were trying to write a commercially successful song, you’d likely settle on a popular lyrical theme like romance, dancing, partying, or making fun of Drake. You probably wouldn’t draft a dying declaration from an Australian rancher to his buddies, charging them with the disposition of his animals and his remains. But that’s because you are not Rolf Harris. Harris was lured back from England to his Aussie homeland to host a children’s TV show, a hiring decision that looks about as smart in hindsight as asking the Sex Pistols to mind the evidence locker at a police station. This relocation led to perhaps the most bizarre top 10 single of the 1960s.
The narrator of “Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Sport” owns a veritable menagerie of Australian wildlife, and each one requires a certain level of attention. He starts by telling one friend to watch his wallabies feed, cautioning him that they are a dangerous breed. He goes on to explain that his cockatoo must be kept cool, his platypus must not run amok, and, most important of all, his kangaroo must be tied down. After the rancher finally dies, his hide is tanned and hung on a shed in accordance with his wishes. It’s an unusual estate plan overall, but it cleverly avoids inheritance taxes.
Now I must address something unpleasant. I’ve discussed several controversial songs here and on my #1 hits blog, and have mostly defended them from the political correctness crowd. I wouldn’t hire Pat Boone or Jason Aldean to provide the entertainment at a civil rights rally, or probably anywhere else, but I don’t think that their songs have racist lyrics. It’s harder to stick up for “Tie Me Kangaroo Down”, and I’ll explain why.
It turns out that the rancher owns several aboriginal people as slaves, or is at least keeping them in some kind of bondage involving forced labor. He asks his friend Lou to let them “go loose” upon his death, because they are “of no further use”. But that’s not the worst part. These human chattels are on a list with livestock, and they rank behind four different types of animals among the rancher’s concerns. The dude could expire at any moment and needs to prioritize his instructions, yet he mentions the damn kangaroo three times before he gets around to freeing his workers! This is as if George Washington’s will had said: “I beseech my dear friend Alexander Hamilton, who I love as much as one straight man can love another, to clean the cage of my hamsters, Snookums Woo Woo and Cutie Pie. They are a dangerous breed. Oh, and he can emancipate my useless slaves if he gets a chance, but the important thing is the hamsters.”
You can make a compelling argument that “Tie Me Kangaroo Down” is one of the biggest disasters in the history of recorded music. Rolf Harris was a native Australian, yet his lyrics about his own country sound like something Ray Stevens wrote in five minutes while sitting on the toilet. The song has the tone of a children’s sing-along, but there are multiple reasons why Harris probably shouldn’t sing it with kids. (The verse about the guy’s skin being taken off and tanned might not even be one of the top reasons.) Despite all of that, “Tie Me Kangaroo Down” has the type of charm that comes from not taking itself seriously at all. This is a record that knows it is thoroughly stupid and invites us to laugh at it. And the rancher may be a colonial enslaver and a weirdo, but at least he dies in the end. It’s all part of the fun.
My rating: 6 / 10