Matesong

And we're live in three, two, one

This year's been tough and confusing
But progress is moving...
At glacial pace
But all of Australia loves you
And we'll never judge you
You just need some space
When you need an end to what ails ya
Call on your friends in Australia
A pal to rely on
A shoulder to cry on
In Australia
We can turn off the news
You can kick off your shoes
We'll play backyard cricket
Get ready to lose
So throw in the towel
You can use one of ours
We speak your language
Except for the vowels
Yes we know you love your fish n' chips and your curries
But hey, that's no worries
Good grub's guaranteed
Negotiating tricky trade deals is a shocker
But look there's a quokka!
And that's what you need
A quokka is literally what you need!
Glorious United Kingdom
Lean on your wing-men and women
We'll clear your head
Have a sausage in bread
We'll go to the beach
Then we'll tuck you in bed
Don't bite your nails to the cuticles
Hang with impressive marsupials
Helping a mate
Is a national trait
In Australia!
Yes, when everything's a test
Call your besties across the ocean
Sisters and Brothers
We know you think you're above us
But deep down you love us
You just repress emotion
But we'll put you right
Have another flat white!
Go grab your cosies
You're Aussies tonight!
Calling all Poms
Keep Calm Carry On
In Austra----li----a!
Austra---li---a!

So, see you soon then, yeah?