I Hate Wogs-Eric BogleI`m a dicky-dye Australian guy and me name is Blooey Schmidt.I love this sunburned country and I`m bloody proud of itAnd I love our simple way of life and the things we all hold dearLike V.F.L. and Big Ben Pies and foamin` Tueeze beerI love our open friendliness where a man can make good matesIn fact in all Australia there`s just one thing I hate:I hate Wogs, they live like dogsSome eat bananas and some eat frogsSoome wear turbans some wear clogsAll the bloody same to me `cause I hate Wogs.They can`t speak proper English and they never seem to learnAnd the awful guff that they call food would make your stomach turnIt`s always dipped in garlic sauce or fried in olive oilI`ve never tasted any meself, but I bet it all tastes vile!What`s wrong with good Australian food, you Slovaks and you Poles?Good healthy stuff like pie and sauce and chips and chigger rolls`Cause I hate Wogs, they live like dogsSome eat bananas and some eat frogsSoome wear turbans some wear clogsAll the bloody same to me `cause I hate Wogs.And the local chip shop down the street is run by a bloody GreekHe`s open sixteen hours a day and seven days a weekAnd every cent that you spend there on a pie or on dumsimHelps to send back home to Greece for a bastard just like him!Oh, I never eat there meself `cause I couldn`t touch Wog meatI usually eat at the Chinese caf` that`s just across the street!`Cause I hate Wogs, they live like dogsSome eat bananas and some eat frogsSoome wear turbans some wear clogsAll the bloody same to me `cause I hate Wogs.I was queueing down at the Registry, a-pickin` up me doleIn front of me was a Yugoslav, in front of him a PoleBehind me was a Eyetalian, behind him was a TurkThose lazy migrant bastards do, they never bloody work!But in spite of what the papers say, there`s work for those who want toThe wife and twenty-seven kids is all the work Send " Two Strong Arms" Ringtone to your Cell
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