I thought it came from Australia
There was a kangaroo on the wall
The bread was brown and warm and free
And that felt like a miracle, after the mall
We took photos by the booth seat light
Mom smiled like she made it to Aussie
We didn’t know what ribeye meant
But we ordered it, dressed in our best
Outback doesn’t serve kangaroo
Outback doesn’t serve kangaroo
But we still come back for the bread
I held a Häagen-Dazs with pride
Like holding Nordic in a cone
Vanilla bean and global dreams
In cities I’d never known
Our old bakery turned into Starbucks
And the bookstore’s now gone, just ads
We traded smell of dough for espresso shots
And called it modern, not sad
Outback doesn’t serve kangaroo
Outback doesn’t serve kangaroo
But we still come back for the bread
They wrapped it all in accent lace
Said “G'Day” with a Florida face
We said wow, how global, how fine
And paid in WON for the empire’s design
I still go, I take the bread
Dip it in butter like I’ve never bled
Pretending sugar makes me free
That’s capitalism’s recipe
Outback doesn’t serve kangaroo
Outback doesn’t serve kangaroo
But we still come back for the bread
"Hey, Häagen-Dazs, What you lookin’ at?"
"You’re next, Get ready."
I thought it came from Australia
There was a kangaroo on the wall
The bread was brown and warm and free
And that felt like a miracle, after the mall
We took photos by the booth seat light
Mom smiled like she made it to Aussie
We didn’t know what ribeye meant
But we ordered it, dressed in our best
Outback doesn’t serve kangaroo
Outback doesn’t serve kangaroo
But we still come back for the bread
I held a Häagen-Dazs with pride
Like holding Nordic in a cone
Vanilla bean and global dreams
In cities I’d never known
Our old bakery turned into Starbucks
And the bookstore’s now gone, just ads
We traded smell of dough for espresso shots
And called it modern, not sad
Outback doesn’t serve kangaroo
Outback doesn’t serve kangaroo
But we still come back for the bread
They wrapped it all in accent lace
Said “G'Day” with a Florida face
We said wow, how global, how fine
And paid in WON for the empire’s design
I still go, I take the bread
Dip it in butter like I’ve never bled
Pretending sugar makes me free
That’s capitalism’s recipe
Outback doesn’t serve kangaroo
Outback doesn’t serve kangaroo
But we still come back for the bread
"Hey, Häagen-Dazs, What you lookin’ at?"
"You’re next, Get ready."
I thought it came from Australia
There was a kangaroo on the wall
The bread was brown and warm and free
And that felt like a miracle, after the mall
We took photos by the booth seat light
Mom smiled like she made it to Aussie
We didn’t know what ribeye meant
But we ordered it, dressed in our best
Outback doesn’t serve kangaroo
Outback doesn’t serve kangaroo
But we still come back for the bread
I held a Häagen-Dazs with pride
Like holding Nordic in a cone
Vanilla bean and global dreams
In cities I’d never known
Our old bakery turned into Starbucks
And the bookstore’s now gone, just ads
We traded smell of dough for espresso shots
And called it modern, not sad
Outback doesn’t serve kangaroo
Outback doesn’t serve kangaroo
But we still come back for the bread
They wrapped it all in accent lace
Said “G'Day” with a Florida face
We said wow, how global, how fine
And paid in WON for the empire’s design
I still go, I take the bread
Dip it in butter like I’ve never bled
Pretending sugar makes me free
That’s capitalism’s recipe
Outback doesn’t serve kangaroo
Outback doesn’t serve kangaroo
But we still come back for the bread
"Hey, Häagen-Dazs, What you lookin’ at?"
"You’re next, Get ready."