A Flag Of Our Own

Ned Kelly came round to see me today
I guess I was dreaming, oh
Dumbfounded I couldn’t think what to say
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I beckoned him in
But he shook his head
He said I’m a bit grubby and a bit poorly bred
I’d rather we yarned out the back in the shed
I can leave my boots on that way
Well he took a stiff whiskey and laid down his gun
He said I won’t keep you long, 'cause I gotta run
Gotta ride to the mountains before night is done
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
He said words got around 'bout the music you play
You truly believe in the fair dinkum way
That the bush must remain for our spirit to stay
And we must have a flag of our own
He said I learned long ago, when I was still young
Like a lizard that spits and sticks out his tongue
Oh, the way to get shot is to carry a gun
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
There’s a new world order, the leaders all shout
And everyone’s frantic, they’re gonna miss out
And the red white and blue’s are still marching about
Oh, we must have a flag of our own
'Cause this is Australia and that’s where we’re from
We’re not Yankee side-kicks or second class Poms
And tell the Frogs what they can do with their bomb
And we must have a flag of our own
Yeah, this is Australia and that’s where we’re from
We’re not Yankee side-kicks or second class Poms
And tell the Frogs what they can do with their bomb
And we must have a flag of our own