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(Thomas) Hey, hey, I see a Melbourne girl on a rusty Malvern Star, Through the spastic Northcote streets at dawn See 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 hotel On his back black and white, He hums a tune I`ve learnt to hate so well. But oh oh, won`t you meet me Under the clocks, we`ll go walking by the river Through the mud and through the slime Are you so surprised, That I am here, full of cheer In 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 Park And 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 Street Where nothing could compare. But oh oh, won`t you meet me Under the clocks, we`ll go walking by the river Through the mud and through the slime Are you so surprised, That I am here, full of cheer In 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 be Than 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 me Under the clocks, we`ll go walking by the river Through the mud and through the slime Are you so surprised, That I am here, full of cheer In this fair city, in the Winter time. In the Winter time, in the Winter time In the Winter time, brrr!
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