(Jim Moginie/Peter Garrett)



Who'd like to change the world

Who wants to shoot the curl

Who gets to work for bread

Who wants to get ahead



Who hands out equal rights

Who starts and ends that fight

And not rant and rave

Or end up a slave



Who can make hard won gains

Fall like summer rains

Now every man must be

What his life can be



So don't call me the tune, I will walk away



Who wants to please everyone

Wh says it all can be done

Still sit up on that fence

No one I've heard of yet



Don't call me baby

Don7t talk in maybes

Don't talk like has-beens

Sing it like it should be



Who laughs at their nagging doubts

Lying on a neon shroud, running around

Just got to touch someone

I want to be



So don't call me the tune, I will walk away



One country one

Country one country



who wants to sit around

Turn it up, turn it down

Only a man can be

What his life can be



One vision

One people

One landmass

We are defenceless

We have a lifeline



One ocean

One policy

Seabed life

One passion

One movement

One instant

One difference

One lifetime

One understanding



One country

One understanding

Transgression

Redemption

One island

One placemat

One tournament

One element

One moment

One fusion

Yes, and one time

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