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...