by John Williamson       It's time to think of why we're proud to be a part of   A land so ancient, so hard to get a hold of   Why the kangaroo and emu is on the baggy green   Why do we sing of coolabahs, billabongs and cockatoos   Do we really care, are we aware of what we lose   While we knock it down again and again and again       C'mon wattle soldiers, wildlife warriors get angry   They'll call you green, they'll call you red   Just stay strong and turn your head   And think of little bilbies and gliders and rare wallabies   Now's the time to stir again   It's time, it's time, it's time, it's time, IT'S TIME       Yeah, it's time to stop the slaughter of our native land   No more telling lies, drawing lines in the sand   Maybe we didn't know but surely now it's underhand   No more crocodile tears, did he die in vain   Did he make us cry, did he suffer all his pain   So we could knock it down again and again and again