here in Australia
we're hitting the hay
as we must get rested
for a new day

the midnight oil
we shall not be burning
we'll be flat out
on our backs snoozing

we'll file into our beds
as tired troopers do
and partake of some slumber
for an hour or two

in the morning
we'll arise in a refreshed mode
ready to take on
another work day load

so its nighty night
from the Southern Cross land
we're hopping aboard our mattresses
to travel to dreamland