The Island Continent
¶ 1
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There is an island continent
Whose nearest football foes
Have been little Pacific hamlets
Whose footballers no one knows
¶ 2
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It’s people happy in the sun,
Proud of the sporting achievements it has won,
But when meeting the giants of football
They have invariably been done
¶ 3
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But now they come to Germany
To set the world straight
Who seem to think these Aussie folk
Are heading for the gate
¶ 4
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They have Kewell on the left side
Cahill on the right
And when it comes to scoring goals
Bresciano – what a strike!!!!
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So now they come to the Cup
And when the tournaments done
People will wish they backed the Aussies
When they were 100 to one
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