We love the USA
Now, we're best friends with America,
I heard Hilary Clinton declare,
Obama was somewhat more guarded,
But he placed us right up there.
Of course, we are friends with Yanks,
We share a colonial tradition,
Of convicts, serfdom and slavery,
And antipathy to sedition.
The land of the free and the brave,
And the land that is girt by sea,
One doesn't know how to behave,
And the other's too blinkered to see.
When Bush grabbed Howard's balls
And called him a 'man of steel',
It provided a new dimension
On how our best friends feel.
We sided with the schoolyard bully,
It's an easy decision to make,
In a world with so many weaklings,
Why not be mates with the great?
Australia's so neat and pathetic,
It won't even take refugees.
America's so great and prophetic,
It knows what all the world needs.
I believe they call it 'democracy',
Ha, you can stick my vote up your bums.
We still live in a plutocracy,
Where the rich take first pick of the plums.
I'm happy to join the legions
Of peasants who live on the land,
I've lived in major cities
And know where I'd rather stand.
Away from the stress and crowds,
Away from the hub-ub and rush,
But I'd like you to keep it quiet,
Where I live is very hush-hush.
I heard Hilary Clinton declare,
Obama was somewhat more guarded,
But he placed us right up there.
Of course, we are friends with Yanks,
We share a colonial tradition,
Of convicts, serfdom and slavery,
And antipathy to sedition.
The land of the free and the brave,
And the land that is girt by sea,
One doesn't know how to behave,
And the other's too blinkered to see.
When Bush grabbed Howard's balls
And called him a 'man of steel',
It provided a new dimension
On how our best friends feel.
We sided with the schoolyard bully,
It's an easy decision to make,
In a world with so many weaklings,
Why not be mates with the great?
Australia's so neat and pathetic,
It won't even take refugees.
America's so great and prophetic,
It knows what all the world needs.
I believe they call it 'democracy',
Ha, you can stick my vote up your bums.
We still live in a plutocracy,
Where the rich take first pick of the plums.
I'm happy to join the legions
Of peasants who live on the land,
I've lived in major cities
And know where I'd rather stand.
Away from the stress and crowds,
Away from the hub-ub and rush,
But I'd like you to keep it quiet,
Where I live is very hush-hush.

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