I came down from the lonely north upon the lonely road
I came round down to Brisbane Town the lonely seeds are sown
Had a heavy weight upon my mind all the miles between
The guilty thoughts of the northern nights such lonely thought I've seen
So I say
Woe Lord, give me fortitude
Take me down the Valley, where the lonely people dance
And I say
Don't you, like my attitude
There is nothing you can do or say
When you have fallen on hard days
And you have got the arse out of your pants
Who cares about romance?