Under The Clocks Lyrics

Under The Clocks lyrics

(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!