"At the dawn of the day, in the great Southern Ocean When the world's greatest fish was being landed And the boat they were pulling it into was sinking And the sea was quite lumpy, and the weather was foul And the bloke with the map was as pissed as an owl And the boys called out "Maui, ya clown, let it go" In the noise, he reached down for his grandmother's jawbone And he winked at his mates and he said "Boys, we don't know how lucky we are,"" - Fred Dagg, We Don't Know How Lucky We Are














