She grew up out in the Hutch Valley
Then she left home looking for something,
she thought she'd find it in
She'd go dancing in the weekends,
her friends were starting
Tight black dresses and hairspray,
talking about tomorrow night
About eight o 'clock, tomorrow night
When the town starts filling up,
And the drunks start fighting,
She went to London to find work there
to claim her colonial birthright
while people trudge to work
She'd write, talking loud in a Kiwi accent,
talking about tomorrow night,
when the town starts filling up
by the time that the punks start jumping
And the band starts playing
La -la -la -la -la -la -la,
La -la -la -la -la -la -la,
She's flying over Wellington Harbour,
Standing there in the sunlight
And they're playing a tape
Bunny boat like a bird on the wing
No, she didn't want to stay there
She'll be standing on the same
Or when the town starts filling up
And the band starts playing
La -la -la -la -la -la -la
La -la -la -la -la -la -la
And the drunks start fighting
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