I was in a Holden Sandman
Givin' my cherry to a boy named Jerry
Too much Malibu & wanderin' hands
I left my ankle bracelet there in the sand
I tried to find it come first light
When I couldn't, how I cried
Made my way up the north coast inch by inch
Every damn Leagues Club, every unmanned beach
Every Ardath smoked under the stars
Every sales rep with a Datsun
Full of boxes of cross-your-heart bras
By Red Rock, too uptight
I disappeared into the Woolgoolga night
Nobody knows where I'm going
Nobody knows where I"ve been
Nobody knows anything, not even me
Mary Queen of Ocean Shores
Seven years on the Northern Rivers
Too many drugs and not enough livers
I was there the summer the drummers went mad
I took 'em in, gave 'em back the natural rhythm they had
And all I got was crabs and a month in rehab
I was in a Lismore St. Vincent de Paul
One dollar left for a mum-come-rescue-me call
Too much hangover and wanderin' hands
When I found my ankle bracelet
In the junk jewellery stand
I tried to keep that dollar tight
But the bangle was so pretty in the light
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