They did the equations Checked every station Made up our minds Most the time Everything in the end will end up alright 'Til we see this train's new track is far too wide They've got their own people Don't matter bout payroll And in 50 years, they've turned the gears And all our troubles have disappeared Yeah it's fine 'Til we see this ship's new mast is far too high But hey it's alright They spent their cash on a copper piece of wire Keep calm, don't lose your temper It's fine to be burning in September Remember how the test match melts all your troubles away Australia's traditions rich turning everyone away Your grandpa sold his house He just made over 20 times the miniscule price he paid, in 1968 But I'm good I'm okay, 'cause he sold it off to my newfound landlord Nice to meet you Anthony, how you going? They won't tell you twice Just let 'em run this land to the ground and tell you it's fine