Oh where are you, lost little town?
What’s going through your mind?
Why did you run away?
I only asked you the time.
Oh where have you gone to, lost little town?
Have I said something upsetting?
Or maybe I accidentally trod on your foot?
Oh come back to us, lost little town.
We miss your witty comments about the footy.
The local gals want to see your party tricks again.
And me and Steve want our cricket bat back.
Oh, lost little town.
Oh, little lost town.
Oh town…so lost and so little.
Don’t be shy…or scared.
Give us a call and we’ll pick you up at the station;
Reverse the charges if you need to.
Come back lost little town.
Just stop eyeing up my sister.
(c) 2007, Neil Gardner