Littlehampton's calling me
Released as a single b-side (1981)
We were tired of the city life, It really brought us down So we left our Norwood commune and headed out of town Sharon wore her woven shawl And I wore my Sarong And we pushed the Combie Up Mount Barker Highway Oh Littlehampton’s calling me (Hey You!) Little salt damp cottage the farmer let for free Sharon tied the goat up on a rotten jarrah pole And we started life again in the Lofty Ranges We planted lots of vegetables And smelly little herbs Sharon shushed the goats away While I picked up the turds We planted marijuana But it wouldn’t bear us heads So the snails got stoned And we smoked rope instead And Oh Littlehampton’s calling me (Hey You!) Little salt damp cottage the farmer let for free Sharon read her tarot cards and I played my guitar While we waited for the lentil beans to sprout The summer came too quickly And we really missed the rain We couldn’t wash the flyshit off The speckled window pain And I got hepatitis And Sharon got the flu And the homeopathic bill’s Long overdue And Oh Littlehampton’s calling me (Hey You!) Little salt damp cottage the farmer let for free Jim Cairns came to visit us, but he couldn’t quite converse He had his face screwed up and hanky to his nose Then Sharon’s belly swelled right up We tried natural remedies The baby came just three months later So we called her Jasmine Tea The council health inspector Tacked a blue form to the door So we folded it And used it as a nappy Well the cat died in the wood stove And we couldn’t bear to look The chick peas all went mouldy So the hommus made us crook The bed lice drove us crazy And the roof began to leak So we had the combie Towed back down to town And oh suburban living’s calling me A three tone tiled bathroom and an indoor lavatory And I revved up the victor And Sharon mowed the lawn And I cracked tinnies And watched the footy on TV |