I was speaking to a mate of mine just the other day
A guy called Bruce Bayliss actually who lives up our way
He's been living in Europe for the year, more or less
I said "How was Europe, Bruce?"
He says "Fred, it's a mess"
We don't know how lucky we are, mate
We don't know how lucky we are
I was down the Plough and Chequebook the night before last
There's a guy down there on the floor with his brain at half-mast
I said "You're looking really bad mate your eyes look like strings"
He says "Get me an eight will you please I can't see a thing"
We don't know how lucky we are, mate
We don't know how lucky we are
Me stock agent's got a beach place where he spends most of his days
His wife bit the dust down there last year got eaten by a couple of crays
And his two littlest daughters got killed by a whale
I said "Are you going down there this year mate?"
He says "Fred, right on the nail"
"We don't know how fortunate we are to have that place
We don't know how propitious are the circumstances Frederick"
So if things are looking really bad and you're thinking of givin' it away
Remember New Zealand's a cracker and I reckon come what may
If things get appallingly bad and we all get atrociously poor
If we stand in the queue with our hats on we can borrow a few million more
We don't know how lucky we are, mate
We don't know how lucky we are
We don't know how lucky we are, mate
We don't know how lucky we are
