It`s a long way from Chatswood to the top of the gulf
I`ll be hitching pacific when the morning sun`s up
It`s mile after mile on the long coast road
Smell of frangipani ocean sky blue
But I`m sick of seeing those beer can caravans
I`m getting even sicker of the thong drive-in
I`m feeling worse and worse at the chiko locallo
And the pubs all close at ten
Summer sun`s got me stopping
Summer sun`s got me trying
I`m waiting round for those waves and days
I hope it never ends
Well there`s a new world bricking in the Old World charm
Suburbs highway pass cicada-coloured farms
Buy a car, sell a car, lead a car away
20 hours to Brisbane on night prowl play
20 hours to Brisbane...where`s Brisbane...