Lyrics

I WORK AT CAMPBELL’S BUTCHER SHOP, IN CHAPEL ST PRAHRAN.
CUTTING MEAT AND SWEEPING SAWDUST AROUND THE FLOOR,
FOR A LITTLE CASH IN HAND.
AND IT WAS NINETEEN SIXTY THREE, WHEN YOU, LEN, COOGEE AND ME,
PACKED UP LIKE SARDINES, AND WE HEADED FOR THE SEA.

AND WE’RE GOING DOWN TO FRANKSTON, SALT WATER BY THE BAY,
WE’RE GOING DOWN TO FRANKSTON FOR OUR SUMMER HOLIDAY.

A LITTLE LONG ISLAND FIBRO SHACK, LINO ON THE FLOOR, A DUNNY OUT
THE BACK. JUMPING FENCES, PICKING MUSHROOMS BY THE BAG, AROUND
MT ARARAT
AND IT WAS NINETEEN SIXTY THREE, AND WE LIVED IN ST JOHN ST
AIN’T NO SAND IN WINDSOR, SO HEADED FOR THE SEA.

AND WE’RE GOING DOWN TO FRANKSTON, SALT WATER BY THE BAY,
WE’RE GOING DOWN TO FRANKSTON FOR OUR SUMMER HOLIDAY.
AND WE’RE GOING DOWN TO FRANKSTON, SALT WATER BY THE BAY,
WE’RE GOING DOWN TO FRANKSTON FOR OUR SUMMER HOLIDAY.