Yeah, Nah, She’s Good

(Verse 1) The cicadas are screaming in the lemon tree It’s ninety degrees and it’s only half-past three Got the sprinkler going on the yellow grass Watching the clouds and the summer pass The chilly bin is serving up the cold relief And the neighbour’s shouting out his belief That the ref was blind and the game was rigged While the hole for the Hāngī is getting digged. (Chorus) Yeah, nah, she’s good, mate, don’t you worry There’s no need to be in a hurry We got the pavlova and the cream on top And the classic tunes that never stop From the dusty road to the city street We march to the sound of a barefoot beat In the land of the fern and the long white cloud Yeah, we sing it quiet but we live it loud. (Verse 2) Pack the wagon, we’re heading to the coast To the little bach that we love the most Where the sand is black and the waves are high And the Southern Cross is painting the sky Grab a mince and cheese from the gas station store And a Wattie’s sauce, couldn't ask for more If the car breaks down, well, we’ll fix it there With a piece of wire and a bit of prayer. (Chorus) Yeah, nah, she’s good, mate, don’t you worry There’s no need to be in a hurry We got the pavlova and the cream on top And the classic tunes that never stop From the dusty road to the city street We march to the sound of a barefoot beat In the land of the fern and the long white cloud Yeah, we sing it quiet but we live it loud. (Bridge) It’s the "Kia Ora" and the nod of the head It’s the simple things that are left unsaid It’s the rugged bush and the rolling green And the finest people you’ve ever seen. (Guitar Solo - Fun and rhythmic strumming) (Outro) Chuck another snag on the barbie, Dave. Sweet as. Yeah, nah... yeah. She's right. (Fade out with laughter and the sound of a can opening)