When I came here to Australia
they warned me of the sharks
They warned of the spiders
you can step on in the parks
I was told a lot about the snakes
They were so quick to advise
But no one said a ******* thing
about the ******* flies

Now the flies are in the bathroom
and the flies are in the hall
They're buzzing round my bedroom
so I cannot sleep at all
There are flies inside the garage
and there's flies inside the bin
and when I open up the door
another fly flies in

There are flies down at the playground
and flies outside the school
and in our own back garden
they are drowning in the pool
Flies are tangled in my hair
and flies are buzzing in my ear
and I'm wishing for a spider
so they'd ******* disappear

The moment that I step outside
they're crawling up my nose
And if I wear my sandals
they're all in between my toes
The flies are darting in my eyes
so that I can't see a thing
At home we'd say a pestilence
but here they call it Spring

The flies are in the streets
and they're droning through the air
I already can't remember
what it's like without them there
I'm getting sick of walking
with my hands flapped round my face
So what silly sod was mad enough
to colonise this place?