I Hate Wogs Eric Bogle

I'm a dinky-di Australian guy and me name is Billy Schmidt
I love this sunburned country and I'm bloody 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
Some wear turbans some wear clogs
All the bloody 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
Some wear turbans some wear clogs
All the bloody same to me 'cause I hate Wogs

And the local chip shop down the roadis run by a bloody 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