For those who have landed in this country,
From some other bloody place...
We have rules here in Australia,
That we'd like you to embrace...
It is a few old customs,
Which we have throughout this land...
Some simple traditions,
That I'd know you'll understand...
The Aussie flag is what binds us,
So hang the bastard high...
This symbol of our unity,
What brings a tear into your eye...
Then one day on the weekend,
A gathering is allowed...
With the ritual of the BBQ,
Which quickly draws a crowd...
One person is picked to cook,
While the others stand and wait...
As they all line up behind you,
With their bread roll and their plate...
Then on every Sunday,
After church and lunch at mums...
You go and watch the footy,
To criticize the scrums...
This gathering of the elders,
Is celebrated with a toast...
With consumption of several beers,
Which is then followed by a roast...
Then it’s flamin Monday,
We wake up feeling quite distraught...
A few too many ales,
Has left us feeling out of sorts...
But we all must go to work,
As we need to do our little bit...
To keep the country going,
And pull the bludgers from the shit...
While you're out and about,
You must be polite in every way...
Be sure to shake some hands,
With the occasional g’day...
No Saluting with your finger,
You're better than the rest...
As you represent this country,
And we know you'll do your best...
So welcome to our country,
I'm sure you'll enjoy the stay...
Don’t be a bloody hero,
And it all will be okay…
Len Newey 2015