Sunburnt Country

Sunburnt Country I love a sunburnt Aussie bloke, with great big, muscled arms, His rugged well-built shoulders, and face with all its charms. I love his thongs and singlet too, and stubby shorts you see, His beer gut proudly hanging out, he is the one for me, I love his Aussie greeting way “‘G’day mate” when we meet His laugh so loud, make no mistake, you’ll know him in the street. I love the Aussie Sheila too, she’s really trim and taught. Long legs, tight skirt, big bust, great smile, a real good-looking sort. I love her when she’s on the beach, bikini clad real brown, Or when she meets her friends for lunch, all dressed up for the town. I love her friendly way she says “G’day mate” when we meet Her laugh so loud, make now mistake you’ll know her in the street. I love an Aussie BBQ, with lamb chops, snags, and steak And ‘Big Red’ sauce, a loaf of bread, some salads we do make. I love the Aussie breakfast time with Vegemite on toast Or Sunday lunch no better that an Aussie dinkum roast. I love our wine and spirits too, but best is Aussie beer It’s Fosters, Gold or Tooheys Blue, you won’t find soft drink here. I love our sport, we watch a lot, of course we are the best, We’re always fair, we understand, just better than the rest. I love the Aussie rules we play, that’s football, not ping pong And how the crowds call out real loud if the umpie gets it wrong. I love the summer tennis too; it’s watched by young and old Or a cricket match the Aussie way, dressed in the green and gold. I love our patriotic style, the anthem that is sung ‘Advance Australia Fair’ I think, don’t know the words just hum. I love our multi-cultural race, from lands quite near and far, As a nation proud we do stand because that is who we are. I love the freedom that we have, our wide brown land to roam This place we call Australia; this place we call our home, Christine ©