The locals would
be horrified that such a place is in their views
If they knew it
was in their street, a new address they would all choose
There’s cars
parked all down the street, but we just don’t know whose
There’s two
blokes out there fighting ‘bout the future of the space
One bloke wants
to knock it down and build flash units in its place
The other says
you owe me, and that your conduct’s a disgrace
I loaned you a bunch of money and your idea I did embrace
There is a list
of patrons, so the papers do decry
All kinds of
well-known men at their leisure do call by
Lawyers, doctors,
football stars drop in for apple pie
No names yet in
the tabloids, some discretion they've applied
But I’m betting that
it won’t be long ‘til we know their identity
Doctors, lawyers, pollies, and football stars we’ll see
Who call in for a
bit of crumpet and perhaps a cup of tea
The world’s oldest
trade still goes on, no problem can I see
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