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I met a mate in London, he was really feelin' blue He was homesick for Australia and the things he used to do Like goin' round to Eric's fish shop, though maybe not the Ritz For a good old feed of flathead with a pile of bread and chips I want to hear a bunch of Aussies shoutin' out g'day I want to see some blue skies, I'm tired of seein' grey Let me hear the barbie sizzlin' to some '50s rock and roll And I'll grill myself a flathead, mate, I'll do the bludger whole Here we go! I want to hear a jackass laughin', mate, back home before I die Let me see some northern beaches underneath a Queensland sky But the greatest sign in all the world, on this I have no doubt Let me see old Sydney Harbour with the bridge and opera house I want to hear a bunch of Aussies shoutin' out g'day I want to see some blue skies, I'm tired of seein' grey Let me hear the barbie sizzlin' to some '50s rock and roll And I'll grill myself a flathead, mate, I'll do the bludger whole I want to hear a bunch of Aussies shoutin' out g'day I want to see some blue skies, I'm tired of seein' grey Let me hear the barbie sizzlin' to some '50s rock and roll And I'll grill myself a flathead, mate, I'll do the bludger whole Here we go! From Letras Mania