I was just a young boy but I remember well,
The red and green streamers flyin outside the Everleigh Hotel,
Skinning hearts and knees on a tacked down lino floor,
We were walking through the twilight the day John Sattler broke his jaw.
We lived eight to a house on Hugo Street in Menzies land of plenty,
And it's high enough, long enough, straight between the posts,
Drink your beer but shed no tears for the days you miss the most,
When every step and sill stood shining in black enamel from door to door,
When the tears poured out like Reschs the day John Sattler broke his jaw.
2. Saturday morning on the Botany Road walked the lean and mean,