I chased you like you stole something
On Rucker's Hill tonight
On the left, the sunset over the city
And the pretty mountains on the right
When you hit the top, you stopped and dropped
My heart right on nthe ground
I said: "I don't want it back!
I cannot stand to hear it pound!"

You dragged me in to Eastment Street
Where the Pink Palace used to stand
You backed me up against a wall
For to teach me how to dance
One step, two step, turn around
And then you dropped your pants
Man, I don't think that's dancing
The way Arthur Murray understands

You, you own my heart tonight
Me, I only dream my dream that
We, we own the streets tonight
But only the way that the kitten owns the cream

From Darling Street to Seperation
It's only a quarter mile
But it takes you half an hour
If you're doing it in style
If you're roaming in the gloaming
Combing the bindies right out of your hair
From Plimsoll Park flirtations
Where the neighbours come to stare

I take you down The Boulevard
To where the bellbirds make their chimes
Throwing rocks into the river
Like I've done a hundred times
With every splash on your eyelashes
Like dew upon the vine
I'm doubling up my dreams
Turning my nickels into dimes

You, you own my heart tonight
Me, I only dream my dream that
We, we own the streets tonight
But only the way that the kitten owns the cream

In Kew, we're burning hedges
Just make a little light
The red blast on our faces
Makes a shepherd's delight
Please, Mr. Policeman
Don't tie anvils to our kite
We promise we'll be gone
Before the morning light

It's a long, long way to Balwyn
But it's calling me to come
All those guitars unstolen
Are just waiting for my strum
The songs I sang to make a a bang
Back in 1981
I'll change the names to your name
If you promise me you'll come

You, you own my heart tonight
Me, I only dream my dream that
We, we own the streets tonight
But only the way that the kitten owns the cream

A thousand years from now
What will they find?
Two names scratched in concrete
And an empty bottle of wine!

I dreamed I saw St Augustine
He was nibbling on your ear
If I could have you summer
He's got the whole rest of the year
But if it's half-past-December
And I still find that fucker here
I guess I'll just wake up
And I will draw you near

You, you own my heart tonight
Me, I only dream my dream that
We, we own the streets tonight
From where I'm sitting
It seems oddly fitting
That it's only the way that the kitten owns the cream
It's only the way that the kitten owns the cream