Side by side, we walk along To the end of Gertrude Street And we topple in muster for a quart of wine Thick or thin, right or wrong In the cold and in the heat We'd cross over Smith street to the end of the line Then we laugh and sing, do anything To take away the pain Tryna keep it down as it first went 'round In charcoal lane We're pinning yarns and telling jokes Now the wine is tasting good 'Cause it's getting closer and closer to it's end So, have a sip and roll some smokes We'd smoke 'Tailor mades' if we could But we just make do with some city street blend Then we'd all chuck in And we'd start to grin When we had enough to do it again But if things got tight, we had to bite For charcoal lane ♪ So, up Gertrude Street We'd walk once more With just a few cents short And we'd stop at The Builders to see who we could see And we'd barter around until we score A flagon of McWilliams port Just enough to take away our misery And we'd all get drunk Oh, so drunk And maybe a little insane And we'd stagger home all alone And the next day we'd do it again Have a reviver in charcoal lane Oh, I'm a survivor of charcoal lane Yeah