Carrington Cabaret

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 alcohol sleep

 Australia land of things to do have you got time to weep