 Under the clocks lyrics ( Weddings parties anything )   
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 Rate Under The Clocks
Artist : Weddings parties anything
Song : Under the clocks
(Thomas) Hey, hey, I see a Melbourne girl on a
rusty Malvern Star, Through the spastic Northcote
streets at dawn See the way her hair's tied back,
Her cheeks so red, a grey coat ragged and worn.
Picture this, a paper boy, He stands outside a
Collingwood hotel On his back black and white, He
hums a tune I've learnt to hate so well. But oh
oh, won't you meet me Under the clocks, we'll go
walking by the river Through the mud and through
the slime Are you so surprised, That I am here,
full of cheer In this fair city, in the Winter
time. Well I'll tell you what, it's such a lark,
We'll take a walk down Fawkner Park And check the
health fanatics, See them, they go jogging there.
Could buy some chips, a piece of flake, Drive
down and eat them by the lake, I know a shop in
Chapel Street Where nothing could compare. But oh
oh, won't you meet me Under the clocks, we'll go
walking by the river Through the mud and through
the slime Are you so surprised, That I am here,
full of cheer In this fair city, in the Winter
time. We could find a pub where it is warm, Study
up our racing form, Hit the TAB, we'll blow our
money there, tell me this - Is there anywhere
you'd rather be Than with me at the MCG, And if
the Saints get done again, By Christ, I couldn't
care. But oh oh, won't you meet me Under the
clocks, we'll go walking by the river Through the
mud and through the slime Are you so surprised,
That I am here, full of cheer In this fair city,
in the Winter time. In the Winter time, in the
Winter time In the Winter time, brrr!
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