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.
