Jenny Morris Land Of The Long White Cloud - Aotearoa
It's a cryin' shame - you can't call me sister
You keep seein' other people's messes
And you think that there's a mess here too
What is to be done - when you just can't be satisfied
Is there nothin' we can do
To sit around and shout'll never work it out
Aoteroa you're drivin' me crazy
When the sun shines down on that sleepy little place
I wanna be there
Everybody wants a slice of South Pacific paradi-ise
Aotearoa, woh-oh
It's a cryin' shame - you can't call me sister
You keep seein' other people's messes
And you think that there's a mess here too
What is to be done - when you just can't be satisfied
Is there nothin' we can do
To sit around and shout'll never work it out
Aotearoa you're drivin' me crazy
When the sun shines down on that sleepy little place
I wanna be there
Everybody wants a slice of South Pacific paradi-ise
Can't you see the truth
We can have the kind of harmony the others just can't
get
They're too far gone, they can't get back
We're in the middle of the track and we can choose
We can't shut each other out
That would be committing bitter suicide
If it's the land I understand but there's a limit on
that too
Let's work it through
Aotearoa you're drivin' me crazy
When the sun shines down on that sleepy little place
I wanna be there
Aotearoa - Aotearoa
