Carrington Cabaret

Intro Verse Are you proud white Australians wherever you are? Beer in your hand and your elbow on the bar All you people from Darwin to the south With your blue faded jeans and a joint in your mouth Young sophisticates making the scene At the Lion Hotel in your rolled up jeans Something going on, we're all employed Last night another pickininny died In the dirt filled gutters on the cold concrete At the nightclub end of Hindley Street Sit dusky young ladies learning the rules From drunks and traps and the hard knocks school Milky brown eyes from drinking all day Till it's time at the Carrington Cabaret Down at the port a sick black mum Rings for a taxi but the taxi won't come It's probably too painful for us to understand But two hundred years ago we overran their land Dreamtime's just a nightmare now, an alcoholic sleep Australia land of things to do have you got time to weep Oh our great free land of fire and rain White man's wealth and black man's pain You've got to be white if you want to get in It's the black man's country but the white man's in Too utter distasteful for civilized man Hide them away in Arnhem Land Shake your head and say "That's that" As you kick away the bottles on Pinky flat It's probably too painful for us to understand But two hundred years ago we overran their land Dreamtime's just a nightmare now, an alcoholic sleep Australia land of things to do have you got time to weep Outro