O, Great Nothing in the sky
incline your ear as we sigh.
the trinity of zeroes now here with us
is stirring up a bit of fuss
so on a whim we thought it may
oh - you know - help our luck if we pray.
But we're Australians d'ya hear?
so - just fill our guts with pies and beer
and pile high our land with pleasant stuff
and - - well, thank you, that's enough.
Now jus' go away, d'ya hear?
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