Down in Oz there is a place
where everyone should show their face;
it’s called the Sydney Harbour Bridge
so fetch your tinnies from the fridge
and save them in an Eski, cold
to be enjoyed by young and old.
Wear your hat, the sun’s too hot
to stay out of that shady spot.
Go find the garden with the view
that will excite both me and you.
Where Ned Kelly used to roam
wombat and the roo make home;
the dust and flies are such a pest
don’t sit on the spider’s nest!
“Black boys” grow out in the west,
the opal man sweats in his vest
as he digs for his precious stone
working his fingers to the bone
for little in the way of luck,
it’s gold, not opal, that he’s struck!
In Melbourne where the “Neighbours” dwell
you can’t get rid of city smell
from your clothes, with beer and cars
best lay them out under the stars
to freshen up, for morning time,
its off to work at old clock chime.
Take the train, or plane or boat,
the day is dull so take a coat
for it will rain again today -
but I don’t want to move away.
The sea is full of things that sting
or bite, or swallow – anything!
Lifeguards with their running line
are there to save us from the wine
which flows as freely as the beer;
but they plunge in without the fear
of meeting nasties in the swell
and often come out with the girl!
So time for home, to old UK,
it’s very difficult to say
“Goodbye Australia, my good friend”
I’m sad to go, I’m sad to wend
my way back home, to fog and rain
but I will, I know, return again
as soon as pennies I have saved
through scrimping and through hard work slaved
you’ll see me soon, you can believe
and then I’ll never want to leave!