Aussie Rules

From me dark hair with me greyin roots

to me tattoeed arms'n' me Japanese riding boots

From me King Gee shorts, tis all that I knows

'n' I gets me bargain's, monthly, "at Lowes!!"

From me old akubra hat and me Holden ute

to me faithful singlet 'n' me abilitiy to shoot

From me love of sunshine 'n' me brown tanned skin

to me stand for a mate, 'n' me will to win

From me poor grammer 'n' me curseful tongue

to me needs on me bike, to "Hit" the ton

From me BBQ perfected, cookin skills

to me truck drivin days, wide eyed, poppin ills

From me two meat 'n' beer staple, Aussie diet

I know I should cook vegies, but I, just aint game to try it

My woman dont ask me to buy those things

she knows what kinda stress that kinda thing brings

I'll come round to ya place when the footy is on

bring me own six pack!! and drink, all -all- all, day long

I'll fix me car in ya driveway, complete with oil leaks

then I'll sit on ya couch 'n' ya'll cop it for weeks

"Ya mates are all lazy, those drunken bums"

then off with the best one of'em, she flamin well runs

We'll, Ive been called a 'wombat' and if the shoe fits I'll wear it

there's been many a time that I've grinned 'n' had cause to bear it

I've stolen all me Dad's best sidchrome spanners 'n' tools

I always empty me Mum's fridge, it's just, one of those rules

I rag on me sister, always callin her dumb

you havn't seen her stinkin , mongrel kids, each 'n' every one!!!

I've punched both me brothers, yeah had two fights with me dad

but the one "I" left standin!!, was the last one we had

So you ask me what it means to have Aussie pride

It's to know on the night of the 25th of April, you're proud to have cried

It's knowin about the date, 6 th day of April 1915

what it is to an Aussie, 'n' what does it mean

It's to work real hard 'n' not be a jerk

'n' to still be able to shake, the hand of a Turk

It's knowin bout places like Milne Bay

'n' how many gave up their youth, so we could be here today

It's being polite to a Japanese tourist, with out any regret

then remindin, those whale killin bastards, that we, never forget

All gave some 'n' some gave their all

thousands of Aussie were there for the forgotten war

It's singin songs like, Jimmies Khe Sahn

and teachin your own Son, how to become a Man

It's knowin names like Snowy Baker'n' ol Billy Grime

then rememberin in ya own dreams, twas you, in Errol's time

It's recitin Banjo, Henry, CJ or Mackellar

It's a beer in the public bar'n' being proud to be a fella

It's lovin ya mate for all that your worth

she should feel like, she's the reason, your still here on earth

I'm proud to say that I, am , an Australian Son

like Namatjira, my heart'n' the soil neath my feet,

together are one!!!

Jeffrey Goudy

19/01/08

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