(Words and Music : Alf Davies)
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My name is Hanson, not the famous pop band Though it's true I'm not as handsome I'm still Hanson nevertheless I'm Pauline, (I'm Pauline), not fish and chips (please expline) But gourmet seafood I went to Canberra to parliament, I tell the fat boy how it is I give 'em fried dim sims with minimum chips I give 'em four day old crab sticks I'm Pauline, (I'm Pauline), not fish and chips (please expline) But gourmet seafood |
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We're one nation, we like our coffee white (not au lait or latte) We're one nation, we like our linen white (in bags over the head) We're one nation, we do everything right (hard right, as far as you can go) We're one nation, and we're really bright (orange - dumb and dumb and dumber) |
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I rote learn my brilliant speeches, in my new pad on the ranch The smell of chips is just a distant waft My stakes are raised for higher calls I'm Pauline, (I'm Pauline), not fish and chips (please expline) But gourmet seafood |
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We're one nation, we like our coffee white (Maxwell House or Nescafe) We're one nation, we like our linen white (in bags on the head with little slits) We're one nation, we do everything right (hard right, beyond Genghis Khan) We're one nation, and we're not that bright (just orange, dumb and dumb and dumb and dumber) We're one nation, (dumb and dumb and dumber) (Did you hear, did you hear the thunder?) We're one nation, (dumb and dumb and dumber) (Did you hear, did you hear the thunder?) We're one nation, (dumb and dumb and dumber) (Dumb and dumb and dumber) We're one nation, (dumb and dumb and dumber) |
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