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Well i've spent too long in the deep north,
the land of the big peanut
it ain't that great in the police state
they burn down the hippies huts
They turn back the clocks a decade
they bust you for no reason
the sun shines the whole year 'round
the shotguns' still in season
Get me over the border, get me over the border
down to new south wales
The girls' are sweet & juicy
oh so brown & blonde
but watch out for the young ones
you wont get no bond
They don't treat you too well
Down in bogga road jail
make a break,make a break for the border
with the dogs running on your tail
Over the border put some wind in my sails
over the border put some wind in my sails
get me over the border down to new south wales
It's a nice place to visit
but i wouldn't want to stay
i might want to march in the street some day
but ol' joh wont let me have my say
so i'll get on down to coolangatta
and get on my way