Next door, they're watching the Super Cup on TV
Sirens – she's closing the blinds
Some Turkish children are playing in the yard
Down there on the garage door: a swastika and "Germany sucks"
And she's too lazy to leave, too gutless to stay
Too gutless to get involved, too lazy to escape
But one day, she will move
To Australia
She's sick and tired of all the concrete walls
The dosh she's saved for the flight is hidden between the shirts in her wardrobe
A child "made in Germany" is out of question
In that country run by bureaucracy – she'd prefer the bush, where the Aborigines live
Too lazy to leave, too gutless to stay
Too gutless to get involved, too lazy to escape
But one day, she will move
To Australia
She paints her frustration in water colours
Every day, she earns a little more
She flees from the grey by writing poems
But her wanderlust keeps coming back like a boomerang
Too lazy to leave, too gutless to stay
Too gutless to get involved, too lazy to escape
But one day, she will move
To Australia
Nothing but the sun on her skin and inside her soul
No doubts, no fears that afflict her
No more duties, no taboos
In kangaroo land
And she's too lazy to leave, too gutless to stay
Too gutless to get involved, too lazy to escape
But one day, she will move
To Australia
And she's too lazy to leave, too gutless to stay
Too gutless to get involved, too lazy to escape
But one day, she will move
To Australia
To Australia
To Australia