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I remember my Clovelly surfer girl, her hair in a cute Curl Curl -
walkin’ on the Sans Souci held my hand in our Freshwater world

A child of the surfing Era, no Warriewood I have at all -
but oh Dee Why did she Palm me off for a Newport of call?
Coogee, the Shelly shores I’ve reached… but despite each Manly
Bondi forge, I’m feelin’ like a Whale: Beached 

Wattamolla, oh Wattamolla,
Tamarama, oh Tamarama, Turrimetta, oh Turrimetta
No matter where I Wanda, I’ve Narrabeen able to find the girl
I met in the Maianbar, with such an un-Steyned mind

From Bronte to Bilgola and Queenscliff, Mona Vale to Cronulla –
no joy… I still Avalon way to travel - so let go of my Collaroy
Coogee… Bar-bar-bar, Mal-Malabar, Mar-mar-mar, Maroubra … Coogee… Wattamolla… Parramatta, oh Parra…

- Hang on, Parramatta? There’s no beach in Parramatta!
- Yeah, he’s just… Bungan it on!
- Sorry fellas, must have been that Long Reefer. 


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from Deep In Denial, released July 19, 2014

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