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The other night I stood in a full room in our Parliament
House.
The blokes were all smiles and the women looked grouse
All wearing their best frocks, the men in coat and tie
And I couldn’t help thinking, “how lucky was I”.
The Prime Minister came into the hall to polite applause,
Closely followed by the Opposition Leader without a pause
And the clapping got louder as two other blokes passed by
And I couldn’t help thinking, “how lucky was I”.
The PM and his Opposite expressed the Nation’s thanks to all
in the room
But it wasn’t till these two other blokes spoke that reality hit home.
They spoke of a Battle that they had shared by and by
And I couldn’t help thinking, “how lucky was I”
They spoke of Vietnam and the Battles of Balmoral and Coral
Where Aussie troops fought a war while many at home questioned the moral
These blokes in the room though knew they could die
And I couldn’t help thinking, “how lucky was I”
Twenty five of them did die and over one hundred were wounded
But all who took part were forever bonded.
They fought off the enemy and could hold their heads high
And I couldn’t help thinking, “how lucky was I”
As I looked round the room they looked like ordinary blokes enjoying a drink
But they bore on their chests many medals and it made me think of what they
had gone through under that foreign sky
And I couldn’t help thinking, “how lucky was I”
I didn’t have to go to war, and put my life on the line
As all these blokes did who I was now standing behind.
I don’t know the pressure to come under fire
And I couldn’t help thinking, “how lucky was I”
To see these blokes now as they’re getting a bit older
And hear stories of their times when they had to be bolder
Was truly an honour, and as we said thanks, I gave a sigh,
And I couldn’t help thinking, “how lucky was I”
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