I’ve never been around the world and I wish it had been more.
I love the sights and nightclub lights of Aussie’s cooler shore.
But if someone asks me “Like it here?” I’ll kick them out the door.
Because I want to go away...

From this home among the gum trees
With deceased plum trees
The knee-deep poo of kangaroo
A porch right out the back
Where emu father’s grunt,
And snakes have made their lair.

Standing in the kitchen, just cooking up a roast.
A homemade spree of cold coffee and some antiquated toast.
And later in the evening, we’ll try to sleep through most.
Of the possoms midnight bash.

Let’s leave this home among the gum trees
With deceased plum trees
Sell the sheep and the kangaroo
Put our belongings in a sack,
The ute can bear the brunt
Of the old rocking chair.

It’s not safe to round the corner, with wallabies up the street.
Let’s fly to Sydney, buy a flat, I can not stand the heat.
I’d trade it all tomorrow, if the buyers didn’t beat
It when the dingos howled at them.

Please sell this home among the gum trees
Hack down the plum trees.
Barbecue the kangaroo
Give all the sheep to Jack
And buy a Sydney pad.
We’ll live in comfort there.

Some of my friends have houses with fences all around,
Some, they live in high-rises a way up off the ground.
I envy every one of them and I’m glad they haven’t found
Me living here in h*ll.

Give me a home up in the cities
Without these plum trees
The sheep and poo and kangaroos
The toilet found inside
Not sitting out the back
With good old Oz on Air.

The End