I get up from my bed just to see how far I’m from home
Take the bus, clocked my time
Click-click-clack, the clock’s in rhyme
Then I realize I’ve picked a fight I’m gonna lose
Oh I realize , this is something I cannot chew
In Australia, Australia, we’re off on the wrong foot
So I’ll keep knocking on the wood/Wish I could fly to my father, oh father
In Australia, Australia you could be blessing in disguise
For I won’t cry over spilt milk
Cut to the chase, get over it, get over it
The ball’s in my court
The whole nine yard
The bigger they arе
The harder they fall