I love a sunburnt country

A land of dames and knights,

Of rugged radio shock jocks

Who tell us of our rights.

I love her racist free speech

Now we have no 18C

Her bigots do have rights, you know,

The great white land for me.

I love our English PM

Who tells us what to think

On tax and debt and Labor

And how his doesn’t stink!

Our trees are made for chopping

Our seas are made quite deep

Just because there’s dumping –

No reason to lose sleep!

A resource rich mine country,

Which makes our country grand

All you who would now tax this,

You will not understand

Though our Earth holds many minerals

And there’s oil in our seas

Unless we own a company,

We have no right to these!

Core of my heart, my country!

No Holdens, Ansett, Ford,

When companies die on Liberals’ watch

We see these things ignored

But lose a hundred jobs when Labor’s in,

We know just who to name:

The papers make it front page news

The PM is to blame!

I love a sunburnt country

A land of knights and dames,

Of Andrew Bolt’s hurt feelings

And all his counterclaims

When people say our history

Shouldn’t always make us proud –

He’ll say free speech is relative

And some people are too loud.