Let my hair hang loose,

my energy be high

the sand on my toes

the sun to never die

 

let me walk on hard concrete

burning my feet

the land down under,

bush berries ever sweet

 

let me feel the burn

as the sun never dies

a feeling of lust

the smell of hot meat pies

 

the freezing cold winters

the boiling hot christmas

only my mates around me

no work, no business

 

no drama, no worries

the ocean swishing high

the land down under

where my heart lies.