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Home Town

Want to wander round your back streets
Down those old State Housing shack streets
I'd like to drop in on those corny country cousins of mine.

Home Town
How we love to smell ensilage
Permeating through the village
We love to think about the fragrance of the pigs and the swine.

There's an old Maori gent
Who's wife's happy event
Cast it's shadow before
If you've got a dozen picaninnies what's one more

Home Town
Where the plumbing's elementary
Both the workers and the gentry
Have got to pay respects to nature 'neath a ti-tree or pine.

—Say—remember old Charlie the nightman
—Yeah—there was a man who really threw himself into his work.
—Remember he used to drive a humdunger
—A humdinger?
—Yeah a nightcart with bells on.

Home Town
It's a dinkum sleepy hollow
But the kids soon learn to swallow
They can even knock a whisky back before they are nine.

Home Town
Our intellect you may disparage
But it's due to intermarriage
Thank goodness I'm not like those stupid second cousins of mine.

I'd like to take one more stroll
Down by the old swimming hole
You really need self control
When you go in altogether and the weather is fine.

Home Town
Had no respect for law and order
Aunt is living with a boarder
Good grief I lost count of all those cousins by the dozens of mine.