| I met a mate in London, he was really feelin' blue
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| He was homesick for Australia and the things he used to do
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| Like goin' round to Eric’s fish shop, though maybe not the Ritz
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| For a good old feed of flathead with a pile of bread and chips
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| I want to hear a bunch of Aussies shoutin' out g’day
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| I want to see some blue skies, I’m tired of seein' grey
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| Let me hear the barbie sizzlin' to some '50s rock and roll
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| And I’ll grill myself a flathead, mate, I’ll do the bludger whole
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| Here we go!
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| I want to hear a jackass laughin', mate, back home befor I die
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| Let me see som northern beaches underneath a Queensland sky
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| But the greatest sign in all the world, on this I have no doubt
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| Let me see old Sydney Harbour with the bridge and opera house
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| I want to hear a bunch of Aussies shoutin' out g’day
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| I want to see some blue skies, I’m tired of seein' grey
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| Let me hear the barbie sizzlin' to some '50s rock and roll
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| And I’ll grill myself a flathead, mate, I’ll do the bludger whole
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| I want to hear a bunch of Aussies shoutin' out g’day
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| I want to see some blue skies, I’m tired of seein' grey
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| Let me hear the barbie sizzlin' to some '50s rock and roll
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| And I’ll grill myself a flathead, mate, I’ll do the bludger whole
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| Here we go! |