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Lyrics by Craig Hand and Spaceman Africa
Music by Spaceman Africa
Main vocals: Spaceman Africa
Backing vocals: Craig Hand; Bec Shannon
Acoustic Guitar: Spaceman Africa
Bass Guitar: Spaceman Africa
Drums: Bernardo Y.
Mix and mastered: Joáo Janz
Artwork: Kieron Pratt
lyrics
Catch Me If You Can, Berra Lyrics.
I woke up this morning with a Stirling idea to travel around Canberra and look at its beautiful sites.
I rolled out of bed and drew the Curtin; I had a Russell around for some clothes; I scratched my Beard as I walked down the Hall to the kitchen for breakfast.
Bruce was standing in the kitchen with a cuppa and a biscuit – a Kingston Foreshore.
I told Bruce about my idea and invited him to join me.
I said, “It's your Call, well, I'm gonna do the Harold Holt
and get out of here.” Bruce replied, “I’ll be Wright with you.”
We closed the Theodore behind us and ventured out to see
what we could see.
Going round and round, with all these spacious surrounds. Black Mountain Tower, I see the whole town.
Round and round in the bush capital town. Canberra, that’s where I’m found.
We jumped in the Forde with the Dunlop tyres and headed
to the science centre. We saw Kenny at the Science Centre.
He's a known Questacon man. He had a wife. Oh, Good Grief,
Moncrieff. He Conder out of millions. But he ain’t gonna
Belconnen me. He did a stretch at the AMC for robbing Banks.
Next, we stopped at the Canberra Zoo to see the Lyons because
the entry price was just a few Nicholls. The male lion there was called Arbor. We had to Reid the sign. It said, ‘Don’t stick your hands in to pat the lion or Arboretum. You’d be a Whitlam to the slaughter.’
We were feeling a little Downer. We did a U-Turner and
went to the War Memorial. We ran into Mitchell. Oh, he’s a big lad. He’s as big as an Oxley. He works at the local Macquarie. He likes to Denman Prospect at Gold Creek.
Mitchell was on a date with the two lovely ladies.
Kaleen and Ainslie. He thought he was in like Flynn. He looked at Kaleen and wanted to Holder; at the same time, he wanted to Mount Ainslie. That didn’t go down well and brought everything to a Holt. We decided it was time to Pialligo and we went the Greenway.
Going round and round, with all these spacious surrounds. Black Mountain Tower, I see the whole town.
Round and round in the bush capital town. Canberra, that’s where I’m found.
We headed Weston through the Forrest and arrived at
Parliament House. We bumped in to the four Scottish lads:
Macgregor, McKellar, Macarthur and Campbell. They
were Scullin a cask of Oaks Estate wine. I, on the other hand
had a Bonner idea to drink a bottle of Franklin water and eat
a Lyneham and cheese sandwich. Standing over near the
Ngunnawal, were the Irish boys, O’Connor and O’Malley.
With all these Celtic guys around, we couldn’t Hackett. We were hungry and wanted to Cook some Fisher.
So, we jumped on the light rail. Sitting across from us was
Phillip. My mate, Bruce, asked me. “Whose son is he? Is he
Dickson or Watson?” “Umm, I thought he was Mawson, or maybe Lawson. Ah no. That’s right. He’s Richardson.”
Sitting with Phillip was Taylor. Oh, she was up the Duffy.
Phillip was Acton weird. He put out his cigarette in the
Monash tray. Bruce and I looked at each other. We were on
the same Page. We said, “This city is all Wright and Coombs.”
Going round and round, with all these spacious surrounds. Black Mountain Tower, I see the whole town.
Round and round in the bush capital town. Canberra, that’s where I’m found.
After a day of great places and faces, it was our
Civic duty to leave the City and head home across the
Isabella Plains, because we knew Charnwood if he could.
We stopped along the way to Rock the Kambah,
Rock the Kambah.
Just in Casey, there was nothing at home in the ol’ Emu
Ridge and freezer, we bought some Fyshwick and chips for
dinner.
We got home and sat on the Aranda, looking out over the
Parkes. I said to Bruce, “I love this city Gilmore and more every day.”
Going round and round, with all these spacious surrounds. Black Mountain Tower, I see the whole town.
Round and round in the bush capital town. Canberra, that’s where I’m found.
Round and round, with all these spacious surrounds.
Black Mountain Tower, I see the whole town.
Round and round in the bush capital town. Canberra, that’s where I’m found.
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