I can hardly wait
With all the debate
For Australian day to come.
A polarising spirit in the land that I am from.
On one side you have the bogans
Itching for the day.
On the other are the grippers
Wanting to take it all away.
The simple things we cherish
Could be our fate..
To be stabbed like a beach ball
Unable to inflate.
The true Aussie spirit is seldom on display
You see their just like you and me
We work, we rest, we play.
Doesn\'t matter who you are..
You could be a ding bat for all we care.
But this thing I can tell you
If you need us we\'ll be there.
We don\'t hold any grudges
Suffer no regret
Hopefully learn from our mistakes
Forgive and forget.
And if you need a hand
(Although you\'ll never ask)
We read the play and strait away
Get up off our arse.
We don\'t care who you are
Couldn\'t give a hoot.
It\'s the character of the nation
That made the day so beaut.
If you listen to the mainstream
You would think that we are dead
But we\'re still here
drinking beer
And getting off our head.
If we are to live together
The thing that we need...
Is to get over ourselves
We\'re all a mongrel breed.
Just a little ditty
You may think it a farce
But to real Aussies
I\'ll always raise a glass.