It's Straya day there mates,
Time for a holiday...
As celebrate together,
In our own peculiar way...
Some will have a Barbie,
They will burn them steak and snags...
While others will be dressing up,
Like a mob of flamin dags...
They’ll walk around like drongo’s,
Bloody dills if you ask me..
Most of them are pissed,
By the time the clock strikes three...
A sea of green and gold,
The boxing kangaroo..!
The good old Aussie flag,
Will be up there flying too...
Don’t forget your clobber,
Just singlet shorts and thongs...
Come join in with the rest of us,
And sing those aussie songs...
Where everyone is mate,
In this place they call, down under...
With all its queer, and strange ideas,
This is the land of wonder...
The bloke’s favourite drink is beer,
And the Sheila’s just like the wine...
Doesn’t matter what brand it is,
Anything is fine...
So celebrate Australia Day,
Raise your glass my friend…
As we all toast this place called home,
And hope the good times never end...
Len Newey 2016