Australia Square

Every day I wend my way to the middle of Sydney town To earn my screw and do my due for a company of renown I do my chore on the 40th floor of a building round and tall Up in the sky where the rents are high and we all do sweet damn all Flash goes the light and ring goes the bell and up in the air we go Sailing in The Summit lift to the land of ice and snow Up past the names that we've never heard of the people we don't know I earn my bread with Sydney spread 600 feet below On the ground floor near the big lift door the crowds all huddle round In our castle in the air there's all creeds there, there's yellow, white and brown The doors gape wide, we trudge inside and terror fills the air Three, two, one, all hope is gone, tell mother I still care Flash goes the light and ring goes the bell and up in the air we go Sailing in The Summit lift to the land of ice and snow Up past the names that we've never heard of the people we don't know I earn my bread with Sydney spread 600 feet below Chrysler, Wimpy, Esso and Clyde and Ord BT and Co The names go past so devilish fast, we must be near the snow At thirty three, which is Hitachi, seventeen Japanese go And that silly little bugger from Colonial Sugar is standing on my toe Flash goes the light and ring goes the bell and up in the air we go Sailing in The Summit lift to the land of ice and snow Up past the names that we've never heard of the people we don't know I earn my bread with Sydney spread 600 feet below It's strange the way that every day as we trace our heavenly track The ones that want to get out first are always at the back So push the button, mind the door, stiffen up your knee Sorry miss, I meant to press number forty three