‘Wake up in the morning, to breakfast I go.
To accompany me in my endeavours,
Meet the world: I turn on the radio;
News so depressing, it gives me the shivers:
If not war its homelessness – you know that stuff
All inflicted on us by foreigners.
They push in and make life far too tough.
For them, own bulletin separate from the others:
All Ordinaries; ASX two hundred;
Reserve bank cuts rate one quarter percent.
Gold steady; the S and P five hundred…
And on and on it goes without relent.
What language is this? I don\'t understand,
Sounds like English but it don’t make no sense;
They even speak in code – let’s get them banned -
Foreigners out with their English pretense…