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i hate wogs
-eric bogle

i’m a d-cky-dye australian guy and me name is billy schmidt.
i love this sunburned country and i’m bl–dy proud of it
and i love our simple way of life and the things we all hold dear
like v.f.l. and big ben pies and foamin’ toohey’s beer
i love our open friendliness where a man can make good mates
in fact in all australia there’s just one thing i hates:

i hate wogs, they live like dogs
some eat bananas and some eat frogs
soome wear turbans some wear clogs
all the bl–dy same to me ’cause i hate wogs.

they can’t speak proper english and they never seem to learn
and the awful guff that they call food would make your stomach turn
it’s always dipped in garlic sauce or fried in olive oil
i’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 chicko rolls

’cause i hate wogs, they live like dogs
some eat bananas and some eat frogs
soome wear turbans some wear clogs
all the bl–dy same to me ’cause i hate wogs.

and the local chip shop down the roadis run by a bl–dy greek

he’s open sixteen hours a day and seven days a week
and every cent that you spend there on a pie or on dumsim
helps to send back home to greece for a b-st-rd just like him!
oh, i never eat there meself ’cause i couldn’t touch wog meat
i usually eat at the chinese caf’ that’s just across the street!

’cause i hate wogs, they live like dogs
some eat bananas and some eat frogs
soome wear turbans some wear clogs
all the bl–dy same to me ’cause i hate wogs.

i was queueing down at the registry, a-pickin’ up me dole
in front of me was a yugoslav, in front of him a pole
behind me was a eyetalian, behind him was a turk
those lazy migrant b-st-rds do, they never bl–dy work!
but in spite of what the papers say, there’s work for those who want to
the wife and twenty-seven kids is all the work i’m going to!

’cause i hate wogs, they live like dogs
some eat bananas and some eat frogs
soome wear turbans some wear clogs
all the bl–dy same to me ’cause i hate wogs.

so send the b-st-rds home to spain, and italy and greece
and maybe when they’ve all gone home, we’ll get some bl–dy peace
to sit in the shade of the coolabah tree and drink beer all day long
and run amok with a fat jumbuck, down by the billabong
and every night at twelve o’clock to show that we’re not slaggards
we’ll stand and sing our national song, “advance australia”, backwards!

- eric bogle

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