I’m proud to be Australian, to call this land my home,
With sapphire seas surrounding bush,
Cobalt skies and cracking storms
That kiss our suburnt plains.
We lack distinctive culture, that foreign lands possess,
But in that lack, we find ourselves,
Declaring our culture the best.
Vegemite belongs on toast, no one argues that,
But fridge or pantry wages on, preference passed from father to son.
Thongs go on your feet,
Tomato sauce on a meat pie,
The cricket on the telly and a coldy by your side.
We shorten any name we deem to long to say,
And lengthen some with an ‘o’
Because we like it more that way.
Though we claim to be laid back
Our expressions are anything but.
You could be flat out like a lizard drinking,
And that bloke’s head is emptier than a pollie’s promise,
But we all deserve a fair go.
No one likes a bludger, but that is no excuse,
To treat other people badly, especially those who need refuge.
Our country is not war torn and we sure aren’t lacking space,
So we can be polite and helpful to those who are displaced.
Grab a slice pav, a lamington or two,
Finish off your lamb chop and swig down some home brew,
Gather by the backyard pool or lay down at the beach,
Cos a day off’s what an Aussie loves, if he’s downright true blue.
Here’s to our fair country and to all those living here,
The indigenous and everyone who’s landed after them.
We really are quite lucky to live in a place like this
Have a cracker celebration in a country that’s pure bliss.
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