Its yellow fabric is as rough as a rock
I wear this jersey with pride knowing that I live in a good country
It’s a sunflower with sea-green stars
It is a bush turkey with shaggy feathers high in the grandstand
Oi! Oi! Oi! He puts in a high bomb he jumps he catches he scores against the All Blacks.
The QANTAS writing is as white as milk
The jersey has been mine for more than I can remember
I don’t know how sad I would be if I lost it – despair
It is as tight as tight can be.