Under The Clocks lyrics
by Weddings Parties Anything



(Thomas)Hey, hey, I see a Melbourne girl on a rusty Malvern Star,Through the spastic Northcote streets at dawnSee 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 hotelOn his back black and white,He hums a tune I've learnt to hate so well.But oh oh, won't you meet meUnder the clocks, we'll go walking by the riverThrough the mud and through the slimeAre you so surprised,That I am here, full of cheerIn 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 ParkAnd 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 StreetWhere nothing could compare.But oh oh, won't you meet meUnder the clocks, we'll go walking by the riverThrough the mud and through the slimeAre you so surprised,That I am here, full of cheerIn 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 beThan 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 meUnder the clocks, we'll go walking by the riverThrough the mud and through the slimeAre you so surprised,That I am here, full of cheerIn this fair city, in the Winter time.In the Winter time, in the Winter timeIn the Winter time, brrr!