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