Hiked up to Sydney in the week before Christmas

It was thirty-eight degrees in the shade

Bought a second-hand Morris for a cheap two-twenty

And drove it down to Adelaide

She boiled for an hour twenty miles out of Euston

I thought the heat would never end

But I knew I'd be home for Christmas with my Sandy

And a few extra dollars to spend



I drove it to the buyer just as fast as I could go

I was talking to his teenage son

I sure hope it lasted for the poor little bastard

At least until he'd had some fun

I caught a taxi homeward with great anticipation

Thinkin' all you have to do is try

There was a note propped up against the dressing table mirror

"Dear Jimmy, it's over, goodbye!"

Home and broken hearted

I've been pasted to the telephone

Boxing Day break was wasted sitting home on my own

The beer we bought for Christmas ran dry this afternoon

And on the radio it's New Year's Eve

What a low down time of the year to pack your luggage and leave



Went to a party, tried to drink myself happy

The steaks were washed away in the rain

Finished up in bed with an old acquaintance

She'll never be my friend again

And everyone was asking me where's the little woman

Rolled home before the rain could stop

I've been sitting for days reading pre-Christmas papers

With my heels on the table-top