Maori Joe

The dark skinned fellow from New Zealand locals call him Maori Joe
Broad shouldered with great big muscles must be six foot two or so
He is well liked in Boronia good as you could wish to know
And every time I happen to meet him he flash big smile and say hello.

He returns every Christmas to his home in Auckland Town
To spend three weeks with his family he could never live it down
If he was not home with his tribe for to welcome the new year
For the dining and the dancing and the sing song and the beer.

His ancestors were great warriors and of his background he feels proud
And he always speaks with reverence of that land of 'the long white cloud'
Says for New Zealand he feels homesick and he's been too long away
And the next time he goes back home it will be for the long stay.

Maori Joe is just a nickname he has got a tribal name
And to a background of great warriors with some pride he can lay claim
He can sing and dance the haka with the fervour of a boy
He was born and raised a Maori and a Maori he will die.

From the famed land of the kiwi comes big hearted Maori Joe
And he wins you if you meet him when he smiles and says hello
And though he is well liked in Boronia in Boronia he won't stay
He will return to New Zealand to re-settle so he say.