On land that was not ceded
Fair dinkum,
since it was not seeded

Why import black from the red, white and blue
We’ve got our own brand,
stamped with the kangaroo

DD Junior’s - made in 20-15
They’ve even gone and used,
the same old scream

And now we know there’s at least four-hunded-and-thirty-three more
But who is it,
bothering to keep score?

Stop all this yellin’ - the hollerin’ - the hootin’
And no matter what,
don’t even think about lootin’

No need to rise up - to fight for change
Just stay on your knee,
where we can keep you in range

It’ll work itself out,
don’t you know she’ll be right?
Words easy to mutter, when it won’t be your son tonight.