[Intro]
Tie me kangaroo down, sport,
Tie me kangaroo down,
Watch me grovelling ground, sport
Tie me kangaroo down

Tie me kangaroo down, sport,
Tie me kangaroo down,
Watch me grovelling ground, sport
Tie me kangaroo down

[Verse]
The Olympics down in Sydney
The Pommies will be mad
Cause Lizzie won't be there
Bedad with all the razmatazz 

Kangaroos and wallabies,
Won't sing 'God Save the Queen',
Koala bears and dingos,
Won't bend the knee or lean.

Australia a republic,
No Union flag is flown,
And off the stamps and notes and coins,
The monarchy is going.

The honours list you're sure to miss,
No title going your way,
Oh, believe me, Mr. Keating.
They'll try to ruin your day. 

[Chorus]
Believe me, Mr. Keating,
You have our sympathy,
When you say you want to rid your land,
Of England's monarchy.

For there hasn't been a country,
A people, or a land,
Given freedom easily,
By Britannia's hungry hand.

[Verse]
For just like Mr. Dilinger,
The Mafia or Mob,
You cannot leave a privileged company,
And get another job.

Those loyalist, royalist Redcoats,
Those privileges and power,
Might turn your little plan,
For a Republic mighty sour.

Sir Bob the Knob and Lady Blob,
Don't like your plan to rule,
And Lady Gong from Wollongong,
She didn't like your school.

Mr. Griffin, Mr. Django,
The Sirs and MBEs,
Would like to see Australians,
And Irish on their knees.

[Chorus]
Oh, believe me, Mr. Keating,
You have our sympathy,
When you say you want to rid your land,
Of England's monarchy.

For there hasn't been a country,
A people, or a land,
Given freedom easily,
By Britannia's hungry hand.

[Verse]
The convicts poached the salmon,
They stole the grain and oats,
And sentenced for Australia
With rags and sacks for coats.

Descendants of those felons,
Will let their voice be heard,
And rid the fair Australia,
Of Lizzie's lousy head.

We'll see the crown of England,
And wash it from your soul,
That famous institution,
That's seen many heads did roll.

And all the royalist claptrap,
"Maintain the English realm",
Don't worry Mr. Keating,
While you are at the helm.

[Chorus]
Oh, believe me, Mr. Keating,
You have our sympathy,
When you say you want to rid your land,
Of England's monarchy.

For there hasn't been a country,
A people, or a land,
Given freedom easily,
By Britannia's hungry hand.

[Verse]
Those Earls and Dukes and Princes,
Their military machines,
Who brought such pain and misery,
To this little Isle of Green.

For your estates and treasures,
You produce no bill of sale,
You plundered lands around the world,
Or took it from the Gael.

Dispossessed, evicted,
From homes and cabins banned,
Your forebearers joined the millions,
That were exiled from their land.

They shipped away the problem,
At least that's what they thought,
And generations later now,
Australia can't be bought.

[Chorus]
Believe me, Mr. Keating,
You have our sympathy,
When you say you want to rid your land,
Of England's monarchy.

For there hasn't been a country,
A people, or a land,
Given freedom easily,
By Britannia's hungry hand.

[Outro]
Believe me, Mr. Keating,
You have our sympathy,
When you say you want to rid your land,
Of England's monarchy.

Oh, believe me, Mr. Keating,
You have our sympathy,
When you say you want to rid your land,
Of England's monarchy.