We're Coming To Get You
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by B. Woodley/A. Goldsmith

Australia's an island, surrounded by oceans,
with a shoreline that stretches to the edge of forver,
so don't you go tell us 'bout the sea and her secrets,
she's a mistress, we've loved her for two hundered years.

And we're comin' to get you, to race you and beat you,
you'll be tastin' our spray as we whip up the brine,
and the wind and the water off the coast of Rhode Island,
Australia's headin' straight towards the line.

So batten down your hatches, we're coming to get you,
gonna beat you at your own game and take away your prize,
this time the tide will turn,
the wrinches will scream and burn,
just a folk man between you,
Australia's on the turn - for the line.

And we're comin' to get you, to race you and beat you,
you'll be tastin' our spray as we whip up the brine,
and the wind and the water off the coast of Rhode Island,
Australia's headin' straight towards the line ...

Racing hard 'cross the water, southern cross unfurl behind us,
foam from the fore deck, stream silver to the sea,
there's victory in the air,
we can feel it that it's there,
with the shout from the helmsman,
Australia's going first - cross the line.

And we're comin' to get you, to race you and beat you,
you'll be tastin' our spray as we whip up the brine,
and the wind and the water off the coast of Rhode Island,
Australia's headin' straight towards the line.

And we're comin' to get you, to race you and beat you,
you'll be tastin' our spray as we whip up the brine,
and the wind and the water off the coast of Rhode Island,
Australia's headin' straight towards the line.

And we're comin' to get you, to race you and beat you,
you'll be tastin' our spray as we whip up the brine,
and the wind and the water off the coast of Rhode Island,
Australia's headin' straight towards the line.