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Al Duvall - The Dirty Half Mile Lyrics

I was grifting in Milwaukee
When my face was looking chalky
And the people I could count on
I could count on one thumb
So I stowed aboard a whaler
And I landed in Australia
Where the bookie and the jailer
Wouldn't bother to come

And I found myself in Sydney
Yes, in good old Steak-And-Kidney
Where the climate seemed to rid me
Of the weight on my chest
And I didn't give a toss, so
I took lodging in the Crosso
Where the populace is crooked as
George Street West

On the Dirty Half-Milе, the Dirty Half-Mile
Nobody blows the whistlе on a yank in exile
While they're issuing a warrant for a faraway trial
I'll be tasting of the pleasures of the Dirty Half-Mile

When the sun shines on the wicked
He just feels like watching cricket
Still he's got to do some bludging
To make ends meet
So I take in Tamarama
With a guidebook and a camera
For who'd suspect a tourist
Of a'burgling their street?
All the gingerers and larrikins
Live better than Americans
Seems everybody works for
Either Tilly or Kate
And they're quick to share their tricks
Until the pubs close up at six
Then they head for The Domain
And I go look for a date

On the Dirty Half-Mile, the Dirty Half-Mile
You can meet some little darlings that you pay to defile
You can catch their gonorrhea off a wink and a smile
So just mind your ps-and-qs along the Dirty Half-Mile
On the Dirty Half-Mile, the Dirty Half-Mile
If you don't mind nasty business, you can rake in a pile
It's a monty that I won't be going home for a while
As long as I've my mates upon the Dirty Half-Mile