David Bourke

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Advance Australia Fair

Australians all let us rejoice,
For we are young and free;
We've golden soil and wealth for toil,
Our home is girt by sea;
Our land abounds in Nature's gifts
Of beauty rich and rare;
In history's page, let every stage
Advance Australia fair!
In joyful strains then let us sing,
"Advance Australia fair!"

When gallant Cook from Albion sail'd,
To trace wide oceans o'er,
True British courage bore him on,
Till he landed on our shore.
Then here he raised Old England's flag,
The standard of the brave;
With all her faults we love her still,
"Britannia rules the wave!"
In joyful strains then let us sing
"Advance Australia fair!"

Beneath our radiant southern Cross,
We'll toil with hearts and hands;
To make this Commonwealth of ours
Renowned of all the lands;
For those who've come across the seas
We've boundless plains to share;
With courage let us all combine
To advance Australia fair.
In joyful strains then let us sing
"Advance Australia fair!"

While other nations of the globe
Behold us from afar,
We'll rise to high renown and shine
Like our glorious southern star;
From England, Scotia, Erin's Isle,
Who come our lot to share,
Let all combine with heart and hand
To advance Australia fair!
In joyful strains then let us sing
"Advance Australia fair!"

Shou'd foreign foe e'er sight our coast,
Or dare a foot to land,
We'll rouse to arms like sires of yore
To guard our native strand;
Britannia then shall surely know,
Beyond wide ocean's roll,
Her sons in fair Australia's land
Still keep a British soul.
In joyful strains then let us sing
"Advance Australia fair!"

G'day! Not only are all Aussies young and free, we've such rich culture, and it ain't just in the fridge, eh? Not half! Fair do's! Listen! Here in our little island nation, we have fun, sunshine, sea, surf, smoothies, strides for trousers, sheilas... oh, sheilas! - A lot of sensational all-so-beautiful, filthy, willing, wall-to-wall sheilas! Total stiffies, about a trillion fairly worried sheep, flora and fauna, a load of alcohol (ice-cold tinnies full of our favourite beer - Fosters the Amber Nectar), Vegemite, barbies, boomerangs, bushfires, the artist Rolf Harris, didgeridoos, Clive James, wallabies, koalas, kangaroos, Bouncer, Jason Donovan, little Kylie Minogue (a fair stunner, as is that Tina Arena), a Crowded House with a Savage Garden, our own Australian Rules footie, Edna Everage, ostriches, the hairiest tarantulas, our fabulous Barrier Reef, divers Ron and Valerie Taylor, a Great White Shark (ie: Greg Norman), crook ancestors, Prisoner Cell Block H, a runner (Cathy Freeman), Evonne Goolagong-Cawley, Pauline Hanson One Nation, Crocodile Dundee, Olivia Newton-John, Angry Anderson, Tasmanian Devils, The Saints, Bjorn Again, Mel Gibson, AC/DC (what a thunder down under!), the little Mardi Gras shirtlifter fairies all over our Sydney (Fruits? Strewth!), The Aurora Australis, Rod Laver, Dawn Fraser, Lleyton Hewitt, Shane Warne, that well-hung Michael Hutchence, The Australian Doors Show, Rod Hull, Sir Donald Bradman, Joan Sutherland, Lew Hoad... and last, but not least, ourselves! So hats off to us all! Aussies unite! What a cool list! Shit, is that far out!

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Candle In The Wind 2001

Goodbye England's rose,
May you ever grow in our hearts.
You were the grace that placed itself,
Where lives were torn apart.

You called out to our country,
And you whispered to those in pain.
Now you belong to heaven,
And the stars spell out your name.

And it seems to me you lived your life,
Like a candle in the wind.
Never fading with the sunset,
When the rain set in.
And your footsteps will always fall here,
Along England's greenest hills.
Your candles burned out long before,
Your legend ever will.

Loveliness we've lost,
These empty days without your smile.
This torch we'll always carry,
For our nation's golden child.

And even though we try,
The truth brings us to tears.
All our words cannot express,
The joy you brought us through the years.

Goodbye England's rose,
May you ever grow in our hearts.
You were the grace that place itself,
Where lives were torn apart.

Goodbye England's rose,
From a country lost without your soul.
Who'll miss the wings of your compassion,
More than you will ever know.

"Goodbye, whole head of hair,
I tried so hard to get you to grow,
Now I'm just a fat grey slaphead.
(Still a vain old bugger, though!)

The 'Bobby Charlton' style,
Hidden underneath my hat,
I had a transplant from my chest,
- Must've looked an utter prat!

See, every time I try a wig,
Well, it flew off in the wind.
Every useless new trichological potion,
Got one use, and binned.
I would have liked to have grown you,
But sadly, never did,
'Though I'll always remain a bald old coot,
Vanity I'll never rid.

New Mr. Sheen's the stuff,
For a sexy, way-out, shiny pate.
Out for tonsorial elegance?
- Syrups, superglued, they're great!
Even Phil Collins has more up top than me,
Well? I sure don't give a toss!
Go out rugless? So uncool!
Whole new thatch? One sorry loss?

You see, with only your arsehole hairy,
And mere useless testosterone,
Even you would want to carpet your crown,
When you can't grow your own."

- A strong gust... no use, your rug's gone!
See how our weather tosses cruelly.
Well, Cheers Elton! We're so sorry!
Ner-ner ner-ner-ner! Really... truly!

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A George Michael song.

Careless Whisper

I feel so unsure,
As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor.
As the music dies, something in your eyes,
Calls to mind the silver screen,
And all its sad goodbyes.

I'm never gonna dance again,
Guilty feet have got no rhythm.
Though it's easy to pretend,
I know you're not a fool.
Should have known better than to cheat a friend,
A wasted chance that I've been given.
So I'm never gonna dance again,
The way I danced with you.

Time can never mend,
The careless whispers of a good friend.
To the heart and mind, ignorance is kind.
There's no comfort in the truth,
Pain is all you'll find

I'm never gonna dance again,
Guilty feet have got no rhythm.
Though it's easy to pretend,
I know you're not a fool.
Should have known better than to cheat a friend,
A wasted chance that I've been given.
So I'm never gonna dance again,
The way I danced with you.

Never without your love...

Tonight the music seems so loud,
I wish that we could lose this crowd.
Maybe it's better this way,
We'd hurt each other with the things we'd want to say.
We could have been so good together,
We could have lived this dance forever.
But now who's gonna dance with me?
Please stay...

I'm never gonna dance again,
Guilty feet have got no rhythm.
Though it's easy to pretend,
I know you're not a fool.
Should have known better than to cheat a friend
A wasted chance that I've been given.
So I'm never gonna dance again,
The way I danced with you.

(Now that you're gone) Now that you're gone,
(Now that you're gone) What I did was so wrong, so wrong,
That you had to leave me alone...

Los Angeles Police Department Scene-Of-Crime Report:

Today, Tuesday April seventh, Nineteen-ninety-eight, one Georgios Kyriacos Panayiotou, otherwise known as George Michael, was covertly watched in the act, out touting down a known gay haunt - a public convenience situated at The Will Rogers Memorial Park, Beverly Hills, standing on a bucket, with his semen-stained velvet trousers undone and shoved down round his ankles, left hand on the cistern, the other on his erect manhood, and wiggling his hairy, sweaty Greek butt outside of the cubicle, even singing away a ditty along the lines of "Ooh, now if you wanna do it to me right... huah! Yeah, I'm your man! Huah! I've gotta have faith! Huah! Go go! Huah! Edge of heaven! Huah!" Which was when we detectives went in, and... wham! He was arrested at once. Even then, he insisted that "No, he was not a nasty deviant", that there was "not any wrong-doing", and even concocted a story that he had only gone to the aforementioned W.C. for a fag or two. He was a touch concerned too about the undue heavy British media interest, and so he somewhat urgently rang his father figure, one Reginald Dwight, out at his country cottage residence, and said to him "Hey Elton, man! Ooh, I've been very naughty, a very naive fool too! They must've seen me coming! Now what am I to do? Any chance of a favour, love? Don't let The Sun go down on me!" The defendant was today duly charged with Lewd Behaviour, vowed to try never ever to do it again, was released on bail, and was collected outside by Kenny Goss.

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