Condolences To James Cook

No longer are we isolated, In this far away country, With the toy of modern society, Internet and satellite TV. A little picture tube, That brings the world to our shore; The Universe is at our doorstep, Knocking at our door; Bringing crisis and drama, That we heedlessly consume; Tonight it's World Recession Right in our living room; Isn’t it amazing! would give Captain Cook a shock New Holland sure has changed James Now don’t go off your block Britannia doesn't rule supreme, Her powers not worth a cent The Colony's now a Nation, With its own Government: Terrorists, skyscrapers and ATM’s Drugs, You Tube and modern machines Don’t worry Royalties intact The Queens not into jeans Stop fuming in your grave James! No need to shout and cuss! There's talk of a Republic, So you'll soon be rid of us! You are hosting the Olympics So I won’t dig in the knife You’re going down the gurgler Streuth you’re in a lot of strife. Mate we’re the clever country Even in cricket you failed the test You’re part of the Common Market Now James don’t get so distressed Yes life has changed since Botany Bay Now James do not work up a sweat Today we’re all in unison As we converse on the Internet ‘Rule Britannia” it’s out of date You no longer rule the waves And today we’ve come of age Your Aussie convict slaves.