Under The Clocks lyrics

(Thomas)
Hey, hey, I see a Melbourne girl on a rusty Malvern Star
Through the spastic Northcote streets at dawn
See the way her hair's tied back
Her cheeks so red, a grey coat ragged and worn
Picture this, a paper boy
He stands outside a Collingwood hotel
On his back black and white
He hums a tune I've learnt to hate so well
But oh oh, won't you meet me
Under the clocks, we'll go walking by the river
Through the mud and through the slime
Are you so surprised
That I am here, full of cheer
In this fair city, in the Winter time
Well I'll tell you what, it's such a lark
We'll take a walk down Fawkner Park
And check the health fanatics
See them, they go jogging there
Could buy some chips, a piece of flake
Drive down and eat them by the lake
I know a shop in Chapel Street
Where nothing could compare
But oh oh, won't you meet me
Under the clocks, we'll go walking by the river
Through the mud and through the slime
Are you so surprised
That I am here, full of cheer
In this fair city, in the Winter time
We could find a pub where it is warm
Study up our racing form
Hit the TAB, we'll blow our money there, tell me this -
Is there anywhere you'd rather be
Than with me at the MCG
And if the Saints get done again
By Christ, I couldn't care
But oh oh, won't you meet me
Under the clocks, we'll go walking by the river
Through the mud and through the slime
Are you so surprised
That I am here, full of cheer
In this fair city, in the Winter time
In the Winter time, in the Winter time
In the Winter time, brrr!