The gods were smiling
On the South Pacific dream
They said give that man a tall ship
And a star to set him free
The ship sat low
In the hills of the sea
Had to bear that human cargo
That was screaming to be free
The southerly blew us off course
Into the bay at Eden
I saw the humpback he was cruising there
We took a longboat out to see him
Gonna take things slow
Our pockets filled with fool's gold
Poor fellow my country
Nothing gets through
Nothing gets through to you
The land was so golden
Yielded like the touch of silk
The colony had no supplies
Treason flowed like buttermilk
The plains were rusty and wide
The sun a piece of coal in the sky
We were just following the invader's code
And the road was straight ahead
Under the motherland's flag
We committed murder and mayhem
Good Old God and Country's
Gonna come for us again
How many knighthoods does it take to ease your mind
Because we became lords and ladies then
Or did we?
Gonna take things slow
Our pockets filled with fool's gold
Poor fellow my country
Nothing gets through
Nothing gets through to you