[ I've never spied a roo out in the suburbs, ]

I've never spied a roo out in the suburbs,
And if you're drinking Foster's you're a pom.
And while i don't mind a pint of Coopers,
And why would I barbie shrimp when we've got prawns?

Unlike many of my nation I've been 'outback',
But it's still a whopping hike from my backyard.
I guess in the end i'm just not ocker,
But growing grain and shearing sheep looks hard.

I wouldn't be caught dead dressed like Steve Irwin,
And I've never uttered 'crikey' in my life.
Most of my hats are still short of bobbing of wine corks,
But like Hogan, yes, I can define a knife.

Now don't get me wrong, I'll tell you know I love my country,
I guessing I just don't quite fit the mould,
Of the white colonial true blue English Aussie,
That defined us mob throughout the years of old.

We're now what's been coined multi-cultural Australia,
And stereotypes have fallen by the way.
And because these other cultures shape our landscape,
This land's a bonza place for me to spend my days.