I'm the girl who cuts your hair.
I'm a mother, I'm a father,
I'm the old man over there.
And Friday night to Sunday,
And arm to arm, heart to heart,
A hundred thousand voices
and a million shining eyes
This is our country's one true gang
and the bloody ground on fire
And Australia's sons and daughters
Under white Australian skies
Win or lose, we're back again
To claim the winner's prize
We were here at the beginning
And we'll be here at the end
Running with three gold breeze
For kicking against the wind
And it's more than just a game to us,
you're more than just a team
And when the final siren goes,
we'll show you what we mean
A hundred thousand voices
and a million shining eyes
This is our country's one true name
and the bloody ground on fire
And Australia's sons and daughters
under white Australian skies
Win or lose, we're back again
to claim the winner's prize
and it never goes to plan
You can run into the empty space,
as you're running for the ball
And you feel your heart is bursting,
and you're just about to fall
You hear a hundred thousand voices,
and a million shining eyes
is our country's one true game,
and the footy ground's on fire
And Australia's sons and daughters,
under white Australian skies
Win or lose, we're back again,
to claim the winner's prize
From a hundred thousand voices,
and a million shining eyes
This is our country's one true game
And the footy ground's on fire
And Australia's sons and daughters
Under white Australian skies
Win or lose, we're back again
Playing for Britain's prize
And a million shining eyes
This is our country's one true game
and the bloody ground's on fire
And Australia's sons and daughters,
under white Australian skies
Win or lose, we're back again
to claim the winner's prize
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