Sunburnt Country
I love a sunburnt Aussie bloke, with great big muscled arms,
His rugged well built shoulders, and face with all it's charms.
I love his thongs and singlet too, and stubbie 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 that's loud, make no mistake, you'll know him in the street.
I love the Aussie sheila too; she's really trim and taut,
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 ways she says, "G,day mate " when we meet
Her laughs that's loud, make no mistake, you'll know her in the street.
I love an Aussie BBQ, with chops and 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 than, the dinkum Aussie 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 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 or 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
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