Evil Eddie - Queensland lyrics

Now let me Welcome everyone to the bleach sands of Queensland Stinking hot days, cold beers and cheap land Bikini clad backpackers and weed plants California beach tans but instead of street gangs And gold bling or getting capped on your steps Here, you can pat a sting ray or maybe get a stab in the chest From what inhabits the depths of the reef Cos' every creature in our habitat has venom or teeth In brief, we got flies the size of zippo lighters Mosquitos biting us rife with hepatitis No lie, we got the highest count of venomous snakes And poisonous Arachnoids than any other place We got weather extremes in every sense it can mean Famines and bushfires, d**h and disease We got cows, we got mud, we got droughts, we got floods We got cyclones ripping up our houses and pubs Still there's ounces up bud that local outlaws Give huge amounts of love growin' outdoors So this is going out to you all on my new LP To every corner of the sauna called the QLD Cos in the Sunshine State, where fun times await And the cops don't get no dumber Even your big city streets that are bringing the heat Have got nothing on a Queensland Summer This is Quee(e-e-e-e-e-e-ee)nsland (Australia) Let me hear if you're out there (Ho) To the north to the south say (Ho) Quee(e-e-e-e-e-e-ee)nsland (Australia) Let me hear if you're out there (Ho) To the north to the south say (Ho) Show your back to us, shake that Gluteus Maximus! (Hey!) Show your back to us, shake that Gluteus Maximus! (Hey!) Show your back to us, shake that Gluteus Maximus! (Hey!) Show your back to us, shake that Gluteus Maximus! (Hey!) So now we're the state, ya' schoolies come for holidays To get debauched like George Bush's college days We got the girls and the sun and the surf And there's no other place on earth I'd rather call my home turf Since birth, I've been in Brissy's most liveable city We calling pots what Sydney called a Midi It's hardly any drama though, we only order schooners And grow bananas like Chernobyl's growing tumours You heard so many rumours growing up about the drop bears Like the Scot's do the monster in the Loch Ness But when the croc tears people to shreds You don't flinch even when it's eating both of your legs Police are in bed, with all the criminal types And let em do whatever with minimal hype Politicians to crime are like penises to foetuses When people vote your leaders in like Joh Bjelke Peterson But even with no reasoning, I'd give it up To the place to live it up and state I give a f** So mate from Wynnum up to Cape York Peninsula I'm bigging up the whole freakin' state when I rip it up Cos in the Sunshine State, where fun times await And the cops don't get no dumber Even your big city streets that are bringing the heat Have got nothing on a Queensland Summer This is Quee(e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ee)nsland (Australia) Let me hear if you're out there (Ho) To the north to the south say (Ho) Quee(e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ee)nsland (Australia) Let me hear if you're out there (Ho) To the north to the south say (Ho) Show your back to us, shake that Gluteus Maximus! (Hey!) Show your back to us, shake that Gluteus Maximus! (Hey!) Show your back to us, shake that Gluteus Maximus! (Hey!) Show your back to us, shake that Gluteus Maximus! (Hey!)