the road way back

we used ta drive from melbourne up to sydney in a day

only e-types or ferraries beat us fair

now fords and commodores

ceremoniously abide the laws

like slot cars on strings held from the air

ya used ta see along the way a tiger in ya tank

lopin' over petrol pumping taps

now we're all like fearful mices

as the dream of speed entices

and the cat has set the cheese in radar traps

workin' on our buildin' sites were our robin hood merry men

and on passing girls embarrassment took its toll

that they were sexy they found out

in case they were in doubt

and very often took an extra stroll

the gals would always look at you then coyly look away

as we drove our highly polished holdens down the street

we'd whistle and they'd smile

and they'd flash their thighs a while

to do that in ya trouser's quite a feat

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