Oh land of my youth,
golf ball hitting, and heavy liquor drinking,
A place of such natural beauty, I wish I could introduce you.
The day my friend Jared nearly died, from a golf ball to the temple,
to the characters we’d invent, the stories we’d tell.
Situated right next to a golf course, golf balls and stuff were littered around,
walking home from school each day, we’d strut that ground.
Not far from our school, its green trees and wild kangaroos were really cool.
Kangaroos aren’t dangerous, as a lot of people’ll tell you.
They mind their own business, even with drunken teens roaming their land!
I still drive by that park on a quite regular basis,
it doesn’t seem as green as it was ten years ago,
it looks grey and brown and barren and unused,
I hope kids still play in that park, natural beauty and pleasure to be abused.
Well, maybe not ‘abused’, enjoyed, treasured perhaps,
its an Aboriginal honoured land, and I love that it still remains so,
I don’t know what they’d think of our drunken, drugged-up ‘fun’ times there though.
The only thing I’d have changed? The weather, I wish it’d snowed.
Snow very rarely happens in Australia,
I envy all countries that get coated in white,
I thought I saw snow once, but I was wrong,
It was just a cargo plane explosion, filled with Sprite.
The Sprite had crystallized in the atmosphere,
We in Tangari looked up into the sky,
We stuck our tongues out to receive snow-taste.
But all we got was cold Lemonade flakes!