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I was raised by ever-inginy I lived on one bat stew
I rode a wallaby to school I rode a kangaroo
My dad was a jackaroo, mate My mum was a jumbuck
And I've learned to throw a boomerang And I learned how to die
We come from a land full of countries And sand where the pipes all rug in ten
Like us, manly Where you don't need a shrink and coat
Here's a drink, not as good as beer, though
And we bring you the word from Australia
What's the word? Get out!
The man from Snowy River was a personal mate of mine
We sat and poiled our billies In the outback all the time
I got Mel Gibson's autograph When I couldn't bloody read
Well, I'm going for a walkabout With crocodile dundee
We come from a land full of countries And sand where the sheathers all rug in ten
Where the blunts are all strong With blades two foot long
And we bring you the word from Australia
Tell us about it
30 days out in the scrub I was dry as a creek so I go to a pub
Bloody great crocodile pricked me legs And said, come on, barman, bring us a keg
No worries, mate, two right here goes
Stiffened the lizards, no macros In walks of Sheila, tall and blonde
It's time to put the acid on Now when I come from there is no fence
The men are men, the sheep are tents
I said, hello, how about it? What do you say?
She says, I wasn't going to, but okay
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She-she, she, she love She-she, she love
We come from a land where the natives are tent Whereas all kinds of countries and sand
What's our sand?
Loads of it
Where a man is a bloke And a bang is a smoke
What else could it be?
All around
And we bring you the word from Australia
What's the word? Good night!
Good, good, good, good, good, good night!