Now let me
Welcome everyone to the bleach sands of Queensland
Stinking hot days, cold beers and cheap land
Bikini clad backpackers and weed plants
California beach tans but instead of street gangs
And gold bling or getting capped on your steps
Here, you can pat a sting ray or maybe get a stab in the chest
From what inhabits the depths of the reef
Cos' every creature in our habitat has venom or teeth
In brief, we got flies the size of zippo lighters
Mosquitos biting us rife with hepatitis
No lie, we got the highest count of venomous snakes
And poisonous Arachnoids than any other place
We got weather extremes in every sense it can mean
Famines and bushfires, d**h and disease
We got cows, we got mud, we got droughts, we got floods
We got cyclones ripping up our houses and pubs
Still there's ounces up bud that local outlaws
Give huge amounts of love growin' outdoors
So this is going out to you all on my new LP
To every corner of the sauna called the QLD
Cos in the Sunshine State, where fun times await
And the cops don't get no dumber
Even your big city streets that are bringing the heat
Have got nothing on a Queensland Summer
This is Quee(e-e-e-e-e-e-ee)nsland (Australia)
Let me hear if you're out there (Ho)
To the north to the south say (Ho)
Quee(e-e-e-e-e-e-ee)nsland (Australia)
Let me hear if you're out there (Ho)
To the north to the south say (Ho)
Show your back to us, shake that Gluteus Maximus! (Hey!)
Show your back to us, shake that Gluteus Maximus! (Hey!)
Show your back to us, shake that Gluteus Maximus! (Hey!)
Show your back to us, shake that Gluteus Maximus! (Hey!)
So now we're the state, ya' schoolies come for holidays
To get debauched like George Bush's college days
We got the girls and the sun and the surf
And there's no other place on earth I'd rather call my home turf
Since birth, I've been in Brissy's most liveable city
We calling pots what Sydney called a Midi
It's hardly any drama though, we only order schooners
And grow bananas like Chernobyl's growing tumours
You heard so many rumours growing up about the drop bears
Like the Scot's do the monster in the Loch Ness
But when the croc tears people to shreds
You don't flinch even when it's eating both of your legs
Police are in bed, with all the criminal types
And let em do whatever with minimal hype
Politicians to crime are like penises to foetuses
When people vote your leaders in like Joh Bjelke Peterson
But even with no reasoning, I'd give it up
To the place to live it up and state I give a f**
So mate from Wynnum up to Cape York Peninsula
I'm bigging up the whole freakin' state when I rip it up
Cos in the Sunshine State, where fun times await
And the cops don't get no dumber
Even your big city streets that are bringing the heat
Have got nothing on a Queensland Summer
This is Quee(e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ee)nsland (Australia)
Let me hear if you're out there (Ho)
To the north to the south say (Ho)
Quee(e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ee)nsland (Australia)
Let me hear if you're out there (Ho)
To the north to the south say (Ho)
Show your back to us, shake that Gluteus Maximus! (Hey!)
Show your back to us, shake that Gluteus Maximus! (Hey!)
Show your back to us, shake that Gluteus Maximus! (Hey!)
Show your back to us, shake that Gluteus Maximus! (Hey!)