“Sunburnt faces around, with skin so brown
Smiling zinc cream and crowds, sundays the beach never a cloud
Breathing eucalypt, pushing panel vans
Stuff and munch junk food
Laughing at the truth, cos gough was tough til he hit the rough
Uncle sam and john were quite enough

Too much of sunshine too much of sky
Its enough to make you want to cry….

I see buildings, clothing the sky, in paradise
Sydney, nights are warm
Daytime telly, blue rinse dawn
Dads so bad he lives in the pub, its a underarms and football clubs
Flat chat, pine gap, in every home a big mac
And no one goes outback, thats that……….”

I reckon that line ‘Too much of sunshine, too much of sky’ really means Australia to me.

This has been going through my head for the last couple of weeks. I’ve tried to drive it out with Mental As Anything, but it only works temporarily, then back comes the Suburban Boy. At least it drowns out What About Me, which also gets stuck in my head. But anyway… I just wrote a post (scheduled to publish on my blog in a week and a half) about my own ‘quintessential Aussie’ song… The Nips Are Getting Bigger