A bit of modified Sinatra to keep the head screwed on straight-
Start spreading the news,
Im leaving (on saturday)
I want to be a part of it - sydney, sydneyyy
These vagabond shoes,
are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it - sydney, sydney
I wanna wake up in a city,
that doesnt sleep
And find Im king of the hill - top of the heap
These little town blues,
are melting away
Ill make a brand new start of it - in old sydney
If I can make it there,
Ill make it anywhere
Its up to you -sydney, sydney
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