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.