Take me back to Iguana,
The Lizard in it’s heyday was my favourite place.
Get me back to The Oak real quick,
On a busy Saturday night where you’d be battling for space.
I wish I was back at The Oaks,
At the star table under the tree.
Or bring me back to The Sheaf,
Oh that’s right Corks isn’t allowed back, says the head of security.
Transport me back to Cargo,
I can still feel those beats ring in my ear.
Oh I long to be back at Wallaby Bar,
How did that fake ID work for us girls for so many a year.
All the good goss came outta the Greenwood,
The streets of North Sydney were packed on a Thursday night.
And whilst we’re discussing this part of the city,
The Commodore was a bit of alright.
The PBH was a goodie,
Few have been kicked out of that joint.
T’was a big night if you ended up at the Courthouse,
Where the rum and cokes were always en pointe.
I even wish I could go back to Tracks in Epping,
Or the RSL on a Wednesday night.
If you grew up in the hills you’d know The Vicar,
Before it’d been done up to within an inch of its life.
I still dream sometimes that I’m back at Empire,
“Xav, please let us up to Plantation”.
Oh to be back at World Bar,
For that whole ‘drinks served in tea pots’ situation.
We used to drink at the Waverton Bowlo,
The views of Sydney were second to none.
I poured beers at the Neutral Bay Bowling club,
Sunday’s there used to be fun.
The front bar down at the Salisbury,
Is where we all used to get on the sauce.
And how could I forget The Alfred on Missenden road,
I spent more time there than in my enrolled course.
“I’ll meet you for a beer at the Nelson”,
Or we’ll go to The Royal right there on five ways.
We’d hit up The Tilbury, Reveses or The Aussie,
Oh for those good ol’ days.
I’d trade it all in though for just one more night at Mansions,
Nothing can or will ever compare.
To this legendary place we called “The Big House”,
My love of a good Aussie pub really did start there.
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