St. Luke's Summer

Propped my eyes open with some chemistry

I've got a three hour drive and a man to see

The blue bruised sky is closing in

Cover up well because it looks like rain

She got Tiffany earrings from a limejuice sailor

Rich man, poor man, tinker, retailer

Casey Jones working on the SP line

Has got the union at his throat and he's running out of time

So blow the man down boys

Yeah blow the man down boys

And the tricks that he employs

Are buried in this St Luke's summer noise

She asked the electorate to cut a little slack

Waving a litre of whiskey and a union jack

Saying I'm not in the business of right and wrong

So lets get by on a wing and a folk song

And Jesus went to talk to Omie Wise

She said I never did trust religious guys

And the heat is rising from Octobers throat

She says uptown boy

Hey can you dance the tango?

So blow the man down boys...........

Call up the captain we've got Kreuger on the line

He's got a box of chocolates and a valentine

And MI5 have got a bone to pick with Moses

While Matthew and the big guy just play ring-around-the-roses

A pearl knit sweater and a gasoline rag

He's got a fistful of stars and an old dog tag

Get to Parchman Farm by number 9 bus

And send the children to the gum tree to wake up Nicodemus

So blow the man down boys.....