Aussies mate! Cant understand ‘em.
Send ‘em back to secondary skool.
They talk jibberish mate, use their very own rules.
What was that? Sorry what did you say?
Are you speaking English in another way?
They sound so confusing. What language are they using?
What’s that mate? Trouble with the lingo?
‘Me mate Pete almost flattened a dingo.
Yeah the car went flying, over a lizard.
Nah mate we don’t get blizzards.
Missed him by a bee’s
Bloody four of us, nearly slammed into a tree.
And bloody ol’ Bill’s Down at the pub,
His Mrs‘s, surely will kill,
That ozzie bastard.
He’s getting his fill, night after night,
With his whacky mates, downing a pot
On a stinkin’, hot ozzie night;
Christ mate, you’re asking me??
Who knows when they’ll stop.’
Some like rabbitin’, some like to surf;
Many talk in riddle, always good for a giggle.
Whatever we do; you’ll find incredible worth.
Country like, seem slow, but just let me warn,
Ozzie lingo, laconic, crazy, seeming absurd;
Don’t underrate, their quaint weaving word.
They’re laid back, loyal, hospitable, one of a kind,
True Blue, that’s right mate, each ozzie you’ll find.
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