Strewth you bloody drongo,
Fair dinkum mate...
Are your ears painted on,
I said it’s time to celebrate...
Grab the kids and missus,
We will have a barbeque...
Listen to old Slim Dusty,
While we have an ale or two...
Owyagoin cobber,
Crikey it’s been a little while...
So I’ll tell you this old yarn,
That is gunna make you smile...
There were the bushrangers, pom’s and convicts,
And those from Arnhem land...
So many tribes thrown together,
Who we didn’t understand...
Many years have passed since then,
We are the weirdest mob...
So many bloody lingo’s,
It’s been a tough old job...
But we are all still battlers,
Different from the rest...
Self opion-ated,
It's what we do the best...
Generations raised on vegemite,
Sunshine milk and bully beef...
We have come here all together,
From the outback to the reef...
We are multicultural people,
All with a special style...
The simplest way we get on,
Is with a handshake and a smile...
Len Newey 2014