At two fish creek they come to meet
Weathered and edged by the summer heat
The sun is always in their eyes
They hold their glasses like a prize
On a clouded fair and gin they dine
They're always losing track of time
A swampy mangrove paradise
They import everything that's nice
Comfort is a word rarely heard
Wages are transient they look
For opportunity to grow
The better times they never show
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh ooh ooh
By now their dreams have all been dreamt
All of their money has been spent
The crashing surf upon the ground
And no one ever hears a sound
A life of middling at best
Put that pro-touch-up to a rest
Was it a choice they do not know
The better times they never show
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Paradise is all around
But happiness is never found
Paradise is all around
But happiness is never found
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh ooh ooh