if i was the son of an the greeks, the abos and the jews.

englishman if I was the son of an Englishman

i’d really be true blue.

if i was the son of an englishman,

but my father he drinks ouzo,
i’d really be an aussie,
and my mother she wears black,
i could be a high court judge,
my last name’s papadopoulos,
or an actor on the telly,
and my first name’s just plain jack.
i could be a union boss,

or a co-star with skippy,

if I was the son of and englishman,
i could even be prime-minister,
i’d really be fair-dinkum,
or comment on the footy.
i’d be seen and not heard,
if i was the son of an englishman,
i’d be quiet on the tram,
i’d really be an aussie.
i’d be rowdy at the footy,

and cold to my fellow man,

but my father eats salami,
i’d build four walls around me,
and my mother she wears black,
and I wouldn’t give a damn,
my last name’s papadopoulos,
if I was the son of an englishman,
and my first name’s just plain jack.
i’d really be fair dinkum.

if I was the son of an englishman,

i’d really be true blue,
i could drink myself to delirium, and
glorify the spew,
but my father eats salami,
and my mother she wears black,
my last name’s papadopoulos,

i could desecrate the countryside, and my first name’s really komninos.

and destroy the kangaroo, Komnin

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i could joke about the irish,