Paddocks of thistle
Dirt roads and tracks
Old houses
And many old shacks

Friendly people
A cosmopolitan place
Old Betty and Joe
And lots of space

The old Bowmans bus
And footpaths of dust
School kids aplenty
To a bucket of rust

The PMG phone box
Common shade of red
The A and B button
After coins were fed

A delicatessen and butcher
Was all it had?
In the way of retail
It was really sad

But they were the sixties
When home grown was good
And Old Joe and Betty loved
As good parents would

Prince the dog
Guarded without fear
When old Joe went trappin’
And trouble was near