In Echuca

 
In Echuca/ boys are boys / and girls/

know their place/ nowhere/ now/ here

In Echuca/ birds are barred from the barrel

In Echuca/ if your plumage is exotic/

better sing a very quiet song/

boys who like sex are studs/

yair ‘e ‘olds th crutchin’ record/

girls who like sex/ are sluts/ Gerrorf

that town bike/ where anorexia/

won’t make ya nervosa/ and real girls/

put fingers to lips/ in bars/ sshh/

In Echuca/ the hot north wind dries out/

the tender heart/ before it gets a start/

In this town/ boys do/ girls/ do not

 

Kerry Scuffins