In a future time when middle-class, Stepford-type suburbanites have triumphed over individualists and non-conformists and made them prisoner, two vanquished but not defeated non-conformists...
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In a future time when middle-class, Stepford-type suburbanites have triumphed over individualists and non-conformists and made them prisoner, two vanquished but not defeated non-conformists carry on the fight as best they can. Written by
The supposed Australian national anthem after the 1990 Middle Class Revolution: Australia's sons let us rejoice For we are middle class. We've golden soil and sun tan oil Our home is girt by grass. Our land is drowned in swimming pools The barbie's over there. The Carlton Light and cask of white Are in the Frigidaire. A pie and sauce, a winning horse. T.V. and easy chair. Australia's homes are brick veneer We own a Betamax. We've Commodores and sliding doors We cheat a bit on tax. A microwave and Magimix A dishwasher as well. We're good at golf, three cheers for Rolf We're in the R.S.L. At Christmas time we choose our gifts From Myers and K-Tel. Of course we all like Chinese food And own a caravan. Electrolux and flying ducks A non-stick frying pan. K-Mart's our fashion saving place The shopping mall's our shrine. Our homes are clean, we drink Ben Ean While watching channel 9. I'm sure the neighbours would approve. Their taste's the same as mine. See more »
Credits are forcefully recited by a man under strangle hold who a moment ago ate the only list of credits. See more »