My sights aren't set on Heaven, mate, Paradise holds no appeal -
Not for me the harp an' wings an' white pyjama deal,
Happy fate the day I tuned to Sunday radio,
Macca's World - a perfect place - that's where I want to go!
In Macca's World there are no weeds - you couldn't make one grow,
Native flowers fill the bush, crystal rivers flow,
Clear felling forests is not on, enough trees left to give
Essential food and hollows where birds and beasts may live.
Happy shopping trolleys all stay at home contented,
We'd never sing Australian songs American accented!
Ask any kid if he's an Aussie and he'll proudly say ' I am ',
He won't worship plastic heroes and all things 'Uncle Sam'.
In Macca's World you'll find that cats are banned or kept in pens,
To protect defenceless bilbies, lizards,
frogs and wrens,
No ugly heaps of rubbish by the roadsides anywhere,
Or chemicals and gases polluting earth and air.
We'll trust our politicians, we'll know they really care -
Tho' Macca's World's so wonderful I doubt we'll need them there!
Farmers need not shoot their stock or bulldoze orchard trees,
While we pay sky high prices for goods from overseas.
We'll be familiar with our history, the bad times and the good,
Face the future with ' a fair go, mate ' , as all Australians should,
There'll be no discrimination, by creed, or race,
Just one stipulation - - the heart must stay true blue.
Some may fancy golden streets, an' lyin' round at ease -
Give me ocean, earth and sky and golden wattle trees,
Choirs are singing, bands are playing, sharing cups of tea,
A place to live more beautiful -- impossibility !!!!
Smiling is compulsary, neighbours say 'G'day',
With friendly words and helping hands for folk along the way,
Our Australian flag fills us with pride wherever it's unfurled,
Advance Australia waltzing in tune with Macca's World.