TAUMATAWHAKATANGIHANGAKOAUAUATAMATEATURIPUKAKAPIKIMAUNGA-
                  HORONUKUPOKAIWHENUAKITANATAHU!
                                                               Peter Cape

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        There's a joker on a hilltop, playing a flute,
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        Cooler than Goodman - boy he was beaut!
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        And the thought that he thought in between each toot was:
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        TAUMATAWHAKATANGIHANGAKOAUAUATAMATEATURIPUKAKAPIKIMAUNGA-
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                  HORONUKUPOKAIWHENUAKITANATAHU!


        Well soon the Maori shielas come and gather around,
        Hitch up the piu-piu* and sit on the ground.            *skirt
        "Man", they say,"you'll send me - what's that new new sound?"
             and he say:
        TAUMATAWHAKATANGIHANGAKOAUAUATAMATEATURIPUKAKAPIKIMAUNGA-
                  HORONUKUPOKAIWHENUAKITANATAHU!


        Well then these Maori jokers meet another race:
        Along comes the Pakeha with his whitewashed face.
        "Hey", they say to the Maori,"whatcha call this place?"
             and they say:
        TAUMATAWHAKATANGIHANGAKOAUAUATAMATEATURIPUKAKAPIKIMAUNGA-
                  HORONUKUPOKAIWHENUAKITANATAHU!


        Now I farm a Station up in South Hawke's Bay.
        You're tired out with mustering every day,
        But never get as tired as I do when I say:
        TAUMATAWHAKATANGIHANGAKOAUAUATAMATEATURIPUKAKAPIKIMAUNGA-
                  HORONUKUPOKAIWHENUAKITANATAHU!

        (from offstage:) What was that again, mate?

        Oh, Crikey!

        TAUMATAWHAKATANGIHANGAKOAUAUATAMATEATURIPUKAKAPIKIMAUNGA-
                  HORONUKUPOKAIWHENUAKITANATAHU!