Under The Clocks — текст песни (Weddings Parties Anything)

(Thomas)
Hey, hey, I see a Melbourne girl on a rusty Malvern Star,
Through the spastic Northcote streets at dawn
See the way her hair`s tied back,
Her cheeks so red, a grey coat ragged and worn.
Picture this, a paper boy,
He stands outside a Collingwood hotel
On his back black and white,
He hums a tune I`ve learnt to hate so well.
But oh oh, won`t you meet me
Under the clocks, we`ll go walking by the river
Through the mud and through the slime
Are you so surprised,
That I am here, full of cheer
In this fair city, in the Winter time.
Well I`ll tell you what, it`s such a lark,
We`ll take a walk down Fawkner Park
And check the health fanatics,
See them, they go jogging there.
Could buy some chips, a piece of flake,
Drive down and eat them by the lake,
I know a shop in Chapel Street
Where nothing could compare.
But oh oh, won`t you meet me
Under the clocks, we`ll go walking by the river
Through the mud and through the slime
Are you so surprised,
That I am here, full of cheer
In this fair city, in the Winter time.
We could find a pub where it is warm,
Study up our racing form,
Hit the TAB, we`ll blow our money there, tell me this -
Is there anywhere you`d rather be
Than with me at the MCG,
And if the Saints get done again,
By Christ, I couldn`t care.
But oh oh, won`t you meet me
Under the clocks, we`ll go walking by the river
Through the mud and through the slime
Are you so surprised,
That I am here, full of cheer
In this fair city, in the Winter time.
In the Winter time, in the Winter time
In the Winter time, brrr!