The garden of Eden, a beautiful place

Summer is the season, zinc is on my face

There's a World Cup in full swing

But for us this has greater meaning

We are finally able to stand toe-to-toe

We've got our own mojo

Timmo and Trento, Brendo and Kane-o, Rossco and Roncho

The Aussies might be enhanced by a sniff of the CoCo

Man for man, we're almost equals

They're chirping away, but we stay cool

I'm a fan, but we'll need a Shane Bond sequel

As I imagine Dan Vettori bickin' back bein' bool

This epic game needs to happen way more often

The garden of Eden will go off, but we're kiwis so no molotov

Short straight boundaries, plenty of sixes to be mixed in to the broth

To the diggidy deity Natty Mac we make our offering