No I ain’t been round here now in ages
Christ how much this place has changed
But you’re hardly lookin’ older Frank
Maybe just a little grey
Yeah I did five of six in Pentridge
Thou’ they promised me parole
They’d get that look and close the book
Put me back down in the hole
It was a minor complication
I didn’t ask her for her age
She was just 15, it now so seems
So they threw me in the cage
Sure, she was dressed up like a school girl
Christ man!! How was I to know?
With the school books on the side board
Thought it was just part of the show
Now they got me on a register
Shirl’ won’t let me see the kids
Took my taxi drivers licence
Can’t even get a factory gig
So I'm drinkin’ cut price whisky
Can’t afford those single malts
Yeah she looked young in the papers
But it weren’t really my fault
It was dark in there, her golden hair
Pig tails done in plaits
Then the vice came in ‘for we’d done a thing
But the court don’t care for that
And the lesbians at the newsagents
I kind of think they know
Always reading Sunday papers
And looking down their nose
Hey, you going to buy that magazine?
Well what’a you suppose?
You want a tip, buy a bra,
And wear some women’s clothes?
Sure Frank, I remember you
Yeah, you ran the wrecking yard
Sorry to hear about your brother
And what happened with the car
But you haven’t got a dollar, have ya
Like I wouldn’t normally ask
Just my cheque aint cleared
And with the weekend here
I’ll pay you back next time we pass
No, don’t you even think about it
I understand, yeah times are tough
Sure that’s okay, another day
I best be gettin’ off.
