Australians all let us renounce,
That we are young and free;
We've fucked the soil and raped for oil
And desalinated our sea;
Our land abounds in Resource gifts
For sale to any who care;
In years to come when we're not dumb
We'll see that tax's weren't Fair!
In drunken strains then let us sing,
"How much can a koala bare!"
Beneath our polluted southern Cross,
We'll toil with hearts and hands;
To sell the coal and uranium ore
To faraway foreign lands;
For those who've come across the seas
We've boundless gold to sell;
With complacenecy and apathy,
To advance our deserved hell.
In pissed up strains then let us sing
"GET OUT OF MY FOLDING CHAIR!"
Monday, January 23, 2012
Advance Australia Fair?
Republished with thanks to my mate Island Mick.