(26, 27 was Newspapers, 26)
He walked down platform 3
With a schoolcap on his head
A runny nose, and a cut on his knee
He dragged on a ciggy then flicked it away
Then saw a seagull and said
"Why don't you fuck off, you bird-like, feathered creature"
Two Vietnamese girls happened to notice this
And they laughed 'til they cried
But his thoughts are on football, cricket
And a four-and-twenty pie
(Meat and sauce, dead nice)
A train rushed out of the underground loop
And gave three loud toot-toot-toots
The force of the movement as it rushed by
Was enough to rip the boy's trousers off and send them into the sky
They headed off in a rapid direction
And were last seen floating down the main street of Preston
The force of the movement and the speed of the stroke
Were too much for the elastic in his jockets
And they went twang, twang
Then they broke
Some fella school boys looked at him with a new radification
An old hobo looked him up and down with remembered admiration
And the driver of the train to St. Kilda
To this very day is filled with a deep infatuation
The boy who lost his jocks on Flinders Street Station
(Flinders Street Station)
He lost his jocks (Flinders Street Station)
On Flinders Street Station
On Flinders Street Station
(Flinders Street Station)
On Flinders Street Station
(Flinders Street Station)
Some fella school boys looked at him with a new radification
An old hobo looked him up and down with remembered admiration
And the driver of the train to St. Kilda
To this very day is filled with a deep infatuation
The boy who lost his jocks on Flinders Street Station
(Flinders Street Station)
On Flinders Street Station
(Flinders Street Station)
Flinders Street Station
(Flinders Street Station)
On Flinders Street Station
(Flinders Street Station)
(Flinders Street Station)
And then a train rushed out
And went toot-toot-toot-toot-toot-toot-toot-toot
Toot-toot-oot-oot
Woah
Toot
And then he got a call from someone in Preston saying "I found them"