Underneath The Story Bridge              words and music (c) Bob Wilson 1998


Had my first kiss today, underneath the Story Bridge
Asked her to go all the way, underneath the Story Bridge;
The wet grass stained her skirt, underneath the Story Bridge,
I asked her if she'd like to wear my shirt,
Underneath the Story Bridge, the city's all around,
The water police were watching, but we didn't make a sound,
Underneath the Story Bridge, where the traffic never slows,
Ka-thunk, ka-thunk, ka-thunk, ka-thunk, that's how it seems to go,

                       

Had my first smoke today, underneath the Story Bridge,
Didn't have a lot to say, underneath the Story Bridge;
Life was fun, life was free, underneath the Story Bridge,
The city's weight kept pressing down on me,
Underneath the Story Bridge, a body hit the ground,
He was aiming for the water, it made an awful sound,
Underneath the Story Bridge, where the traffic never slows,
Ka-thunk, ka-thunk, ka-thunk, ka-thunk, that's how it seems to go,
Living underneath the Story Bridge at Kangaroo Point.


Beneath the Story Bridge was once a refuge for the poor,
They built the migrant hostel there to be absolutely sure,
But the wealthy empty nesters sought something bright and new,
It's strata title city and the bridge just spoils their view.

I had my last day today, underneath the Story Bridge,
They came and took my house away, underneath the Story Bridge,
There's a noodle bar in its place, underneath the Story Bridge,
Something's happened to the rythmn and the pace,
Underneath the Story Bridge, we're gathering for a wake,
There's sushi at the corner shop, I'd rather have a steak,
Underneath the Story Bridge, where the traffic never slows,
Ka-thunk, ka-thunk, ka-thunk, ka-thunk, that's how it seems to go