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‘Rule Britannia” it’s out of date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.
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