No more boomerang

No more spear;

Now all civilized-

Colour bar and beer.

No more corroboree,

Gay dance and din.

Now we got movies,

And pay to go in.

No more sharing

What the hunter brings.

Now we work for money,

Then pay it back for things.

Now we track bosses

To catch a few bob,

Now we go walkabout

On bus to the job.

One time naked,

Who never knew shame;

Now we put clothes on

To hide whatsaname.

No more gunya,

Now bungalow,

Paid by hire purchase

In twenty year or so.

Lay down the stone axe,

Take up the steel,

And work like a nigger

For a white man meal.

No more firesticks

That made the whites scoff.

Now all electric,

And no better off.

Bunyip he finish,

Now got instead

White fella Bunyip,

Call him Red.

Abstract picture now-

What they coming at?

Cripes, in our caves we

Did better than that.

Black hunted wallaby,

White hunt dollar;

White fella witch-doctor

Wear dog-collar.

No more message-stick;

Lubras and lads

Got television now.

Mostly ads.

Lay down the woomera,

Lay down the waddy.

Now we got atom-bomb,

End everybody.