Well I loved the Lone Ranger and I loved that Dennis Law Him and George Best, sure knew how a kick a ball I wanted tae be a cowboy, and learn a crack a whip Stand up in that lonely street, two six guns on my hip Along the mighty Beatles came, and everyone went ahhh They could play and sing and everything, and of course that John could draw Well that was it for me, I never once looked back Tricks to learn, waves to catch, had a plan of attack
Are you lookin' at me? Are you lookin' at me? Are you lookin' at me? Are you lookin' at me, pal?
Then we headed south, where the surf came crashing in From black and white to colour, from innocence to sin It was summer in December, blowing heatwaves in my mind People talking funny, some cruel and some were kind From the crackle of the cane, to the frown of a big black snake From the breakers at Bondi, down to Wallaga Lake From the sound of a million fly screen doors, closing on the past Like that chimney the fires couldn't burn, I was built to last
Are you lookin' at me? Are you lookin' at me? Are you lookin' at me? Are you lookin' at me, pal?
When I flew across the ocean, I was number one People gave me everything, and I didn't need a gun Walking down that avenue, I never felt so alive People calling out my name, and i'd only just arrived
It was a tight rope walking bagpiper, in the middle of Central Park Steam was rising from the ground, and I wore my cape out after dark I had myself a moment, my day out in the sun It's an unfinished story, but it's more than just begun
And I know more than one thing, but not more than two or three An I'll tell you if you'll listen, and I'll tell you for free It's no life being a cowboy, and eating all them beans The coffee's cold, the herd is gone, and all you've got's your dreams You can always put your spurs back on, but save them for Halloween You're better off heading north, or somewhere you've never been
Are you lookin' at me? Are you lookin' at me? Are you lookin' at me? I said, are you lookin' at me, pal?