We’re no pussies, we’re Aussies!

You may not like the way we play
One sided, high handed, dirty minded
Rotten to the core
Always keeping score

We’re no pussies, we’re Aussies

We even dumped our own
When his head bloated, got a little overgrown

We didn’t spare Roy the rod
Till he asked forgiveness of the Lord
We just marshalled on
Like Malcolm X
We’re no pussies, we’re Aussies

So, why do you – behave like you do
Like a meow machine
Always whining
When you’re still arguably the best
Just a little far from your nest
Grow up Pussycat!
Cause I smell a rat
And we’re not idiots, we’re Indians

EASY! That’ll do for now

No it won’t,
We’re not pussies, we’re Aussies
No need to wear no falsies
We are what we are
We’ll show you what we got
Cause your prehistoric party has already lost the plot

No they haven’t
Yes, they have
They’re injured and mangled
You’re soft and silly
What kind of word is silly?
Pussies are silly

STOP IT! We’re not pussies, we’re Aussies
Ha! So you think you can tell
Pussies from Aussies
Like you can
Idiots from Indians

Get out of my way
No I won’t
Yes you will
No I won’t

I’ve had enough
I’m going home!

What do you expect?
From Punter and his Poms
Hey, who do you call a Pom?
Better a pussy or a Pom?

What do you expect?
From a Jumbo and his grounded Jets
Hey who do you call a grounded jet?
Better an idiot or a grounded jet?

We’re not idiots
We’re not pussies
We’re Indians, not idiots
We’re Aussies, not pussies
Not idiots, we’re Indians
Not pussies, we’re Aussies

Birdie num num!


(To be performed by the late Freddie Mercury's Queen, ideally)

Have you been to Bored Cricket Crazy Indians (BCC!) lately?