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Plump for this City

I don't want to go to Broken Hill, darling
No, I don't want to go to Broken Hill, darling
The mines are closed at the Line of Lode
And the people are ill from the silver skimp dump, darling.

I don't want to go to Wollongong, darling
No, I don't want to go to Wollongong, darling
I don't care if it's the only place in NSW
Where you can skydive onto a beach, darling.

I don't want to go to Bendigo, darling
No, I don't want to go to Bendigo, darling
The bank there has long coddled the inner flake
Of many a hard-nosed a CEO, darling.

Leave me here in Sydney town, darling
I'll cast my bucket where I am, darling
I'll plump for this city, I won't throw in the towel
I'll swallow dry and take a chance, darling.

I don't want to go to Silverton, darling
No, I don't want to go to Silverton, darling
It's the most lively ghost town there is,
They have camels and Mad Max was filmed there, darling.

I don't want to go to the Big Potato, darling
No, I don't want to go to the Big Potato, darling
I've seen the Big Yabby, I've seen the Big Cheese,
I've seen the Big Easel and the Big Bench, darling.

Even if we're living on the whiskey line,
Even if we're living on a flute's sigh,
I'll don the hat, I'll eat the pie.

Leave me here in Sydney town, darling,
I'll cast my bucket where I am, darling.
I'll plump for this city, I won't throw in the towel,
I'll swallow dry and take a chance, darling.

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