New Zealand from New Zealand by Them Crazy Baldheads

(Opening narrative:)
Everyone in New Zealand, I want you to stop what you're doing and pay attention please.
Get off that sheep, put down that P-shooter, or stop wrestling with wild pigs.
I want you to get up and clap your hands in time with the music, and when the chorus comes along put down the bong and sing along because this is your song.
Kia Kaha sisters and brothers – ever be strong.
This is our time, our hour.
See us shine, feel the power, join our song.
In the words of our sagacious friend David Kilgour “ three million people can't be wrong”.

Our land is clean and green, 100% pure. If your country is diseased, NZ may be the cure.

There's no pollution here. We've trained the cows not to fart. Your lungs will love our atmosphere, nobody drives cars.

Crime does not exist upon these shaky isles. No murderer, no rapist, certainly no paedophiles.

So everyone can feel safe in sweet slice of paradise, because no one is a victim if no one has a vice.

This is our utopia, New Zealand
- Aotearoa, New Zealand.

He globes boundary rider is this place of my birth. No 5%er outsiders inhabit this Middle Earth.

We all live in harmony. We love one another. Whether Pakeha or Maori or Indian dairy owner.

This land's a sight for sore eyes. The scene's verdant and fecund. Birds and bees still fill the skies and all the children have fun.

The water's still pure of taste. The only thing dirty's the dirt. No threat from nuclear waste. No pain 'cause no one gets hurt.

• Alternative
• New Zealand music
• dirty-ass rock'n'roll
• long live Chris Knox
• Brisbane